Behind, just behind the Palazzo Pitti, we can observe the most beautiful among the gardens of the Italian Renaissance. The Boboli Gardens, gives you special flowers, but also particular works of art, such as the Cave of Buontalenti and the Fountain Ocean. This haven of peace, between the woods and green mazes, fountains and small lakes, also gives you the …
Read More »PAUL CEZANNE (1839/1906), FRENCH PAINTER: Forget all, expressing the colors their creative personality
TIMELESS BOOKS – One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Gabriel GarcÃÂa Márquez
ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE The story of the rise and fall of the mythical town of Macondo through the history of the family. You can read about love and lust, war and revolution, riches and poverty, youth and senility, the chronicle of life and death. Inside that Latin America family story, there are one special trip, around truth and …
Read More »HOLD TIGHT IS WHAT AS GOOD: Poetry, Native North Americans
HOLD TIGHT IS WHAT AS GOOD Hold onto what is good, although a handful of earth. Hold onto what you believe in, even if it is a solitary tree. Hold onto what you have to do, even if it’s far away from here. Keep close life, although it is easier to let go. Hold on to my hand, even when …
Read More »GULL: Poetry of Du Fu
GULL On the bank of the river gull sings in the cold, no other places, just to himself. It refuses, reflects, down hostile jade honors, with wing feathers, chasing a desire for love, a spear, a puppy in exchange has snow and darkness and showers for bathing. The wind grows, rises to the center of the storm, where only a …
Read More »ALL: Poetry of Wislawa Szymborska
ALL A word bold and swollen with self-importance. It should be written in quotes. He pretends not to miss anything, concentrate, include, contain and take. But it is only a scrap of storm. (Wislawa Szymborska) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Poems-New-Collected-Wislawa-Szymborska/dp/0156011468
Read More »TIMELESS BOOKS: Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like.” This novel was included by Time magazine list of the 100 best English novels written after 1923. Translated into all the major languages of the world, its theme of alienation and anguish …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Always, Bon Jovi
ALWAYS This Romeo is bleeding, but you can’t see his blood. It’s nothing but some feelings, that this old dog kicked up. It’s been raining since you left me. Now I’m drowning in the flood, you see I’ve always been a fighter, but without you I give up. Now I can’t sing a love song, like the way it’s meant …
Read More »THE ISLAND OF TWO SPECIAL GUARDIAN: Montecristo (Italy), where the sense of unreality and silence are waiting
The two paths present on the island lead to the remains of the monastery dedicated to St. Mamiliano (about 1 hour walk), but you also then continue to the Holy Cave (another 40 minutes), stop and meditate a little. Difficult to explain the atmosphere that breathe in those moments, even more complicated it is make you understand the depth of …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Fragile, by Sting
FRAGILE If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one, drying in the colour of the evening sun, tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away, but something in our minds will always stay. Perhaps this final act was meant, to clinch a lifetime’s argument, that nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could. For all those born beneath an …
Read More »FEDE GALIZIA (1578/1930), ITALIAN PAINTER: The carefully rendered fruit dominates the shallow field of each composition, with the attention to detail
IF – Poetry by Rudyard Kipling
IF If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way …
Read More »JEANNE HEBUTERNE (1898/1920), FRENCH PAINTER: The artistic community of Montparnasse, the meeting with Modigliani, a short dying life
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Luciano Ligabue: I feel you
I FEEL YOU I feel you, in the air that has changed, that anticipates the summer, and I cooled down a little. I feel you pass me in the back. Life does not rhyme, for what I do know, I feel you in the middle of a verse, a piece that was floppy, and now it no longer is. I …
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