Meeting Benches World art in all forms

MUSA   Sailing immaculate, slipping on slate Mirror Lake, it only follows the bowsprit, the call of the seagull, sometimes he gets up, almost borders on the sky. An eagle with wings of Icarus. (Germain Droogenbroodt) http://www.amazon.com/Sruth-Ama-Irish-language-Rosenstock-Droogenbroodt-ebook/dp/B006PF8N4Y

MY LIFE   Without me you go, my life. Rolls, and I have not done one more step. Elsewhere lead the battle. I leave me so. I I’ve never followed. I do not see clear about your proposals. The little that I want, I do not bring it to me ever. And for this failure, I aspire to much. A …

WORD AGAINST THE WORD     Of all the words, ours are the most vulnerable, even if they are unquestionably in the mouth. No one asks, no one violent. They kiss the stars, they do not touch the ground. Other words, waving his arms and legs, skulls filled, inflamed throat. A knife in the back, translates as caress, a kick …

A city spectacularly irresistible, pleasant to live, tolerant and culturally to the forefront. This is San Francisco, the city that I love deeply. http://www.sanfrancisco.travel/ . His night views are unparalleled, observing its bay from the Golden Bridge, as well as fascinating is the modern structure of its Museum of Modern Art. When in the neighborhood of Mission you will have noted …

DAYS IN WHITE These days, I get up with birches, and forehead restart interlock the strands of wheat, in front of a mirror of ice. Amalgamated to my breath, sfiocca milk: so early, has easy foam. And where the glass I fogged with breath, seems painted by a child finger, yet your name: innocence! After a long time. These days, …

WHAT I WANT FOR THE ADVENT GIVE YOU An organ sound antidote to the gloomy morning, my breath against the cold wind of the day, snowflakes as a promise of stars at night and a light to the path of those who had given up for lost, Angel, who in the middle of the night announces the rebirth of love. …

AGAINTS TIME The event stands clear of history. Originality is not in ranks of trees, but in this tree; and every fruit is the first fruit, shapely and absolute. Events afe individuaI as pain. This dar, this trouble, fingering rain, has never been. Beauty comes clean, in the cock’s rusty vowels or in sky-searching towers, that lift themselves light as …

The oldest objects tell the story of a human presence that began around 50,000. C., but those finds were added expressions of Mycenaean culture, the Roman presence and that – centuries – the Venetian Republic. When you’re in Argostoli (the capital of the island), also you will remain fascinated by its bay and the narrow streets of the city. To …