AND NOT NEVER DIE A ship glazed, the door, the table, the bed. Living is hard and uncomfortable, but it is convenient to die. I’m relaxed and I think, maybe these white sheets wrapped him that today he’s gone to the other world. The faucet drips plan. Life, disheveled like a whore, she appears out of the fog and see …
Read More »IVAN SHISHKIN (1832/1898), RUSSIAN PAINTER: Forest landscapes and poetic depiction of seasons in the wild nature of the woods
KONRAD WITZ (1410/1445), GERMAN PAINTER: Not only altarpieces, but also paintings with the observation of real topographical features around his Time
THE HURRICANE: Poetry, by Léopold Sédar Senghor
THE HURRICANE The hurricane uproots everything around me, the hurricane uproots me in leaves and useless words. Whirlwinds of passion hiss silent, but peace is the tornado arid, on the escape of the rainy season. You wind burning pure wind, wind of summer, it burns you every flower, every thought compartment, when the sand dunes lies on the heart. Anvella, …
Read More »WE NOW THERE WE GO, GRADUALLY: Poetry, by Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin
WE NOW THERE WE GO, GRADUALLY We now we go little by little, to the land where joy and peace. Perhaps, soon I’ll have to pick up my mortal remains for the journey. Care birch forests! O earth! And you, the sands of the plains! Before this crowd of runners, I have no strength to hide my sadness. I loved …
Read More »EXERCISE OF STYLE: Poetry, by Carmen Camacho
EXERCISE OF STYLE I’ll try not to use perfect words, such beauty, freedom, your light. Too big, they are waiting. More urgently, it says: last night I counted with the body, three hundred fingers of your hand. (Carmen Camacho)
Read More »A SMALL ANCIENT WORLD, IN A VALLEY: Castles of the Loire, France
By bike, of course. If you want, you can rent a bicycle to observe – with deliberate slowness – wonderful castles and inns. While riding, you breathe a special atmosphere, full of history and balmy air of the Atlantic Ocean. You must remember, that the nobles who had chosen the Valley of Loria to build their 700 castles, breathing this …
Read More »ONE DAY WILL EXIST: Poetry, by Rainer Maria Rilke
ONE DAY WILL EXIST One day there will the girl and the woman, whose name will no longer mean only one opposed to the male, but something in itself, something that will not be expected to complete and border, but only in real life: the feminine humanity. This progress will transform the experience of love, which is now full of …
Read More »SOMETIMES YOUR SADNESS IS A YACHT: Poetry, by Jack Underwood
SOMETIMES YOUR SADNESS IS A YACHT Huge, white and expensive, like an anvil dropped from heaven: how will we get onboard, up there, when it hurts our necks to look? Other times it is a rock on the lawn, and matter can never be destroyed. But today we hold it to the edge of our bed, shutting our eyes, on …
Read More »THE CHAPEL OF THE MAGI: Florence, Palazzo Medici
Welcome on Florence, where history and art combine to bear witness to the past, in exceptional way. You can go with me inside special site, where we can see the Renaissance in Medicean Florence, into the Chapel of the Magi (in Palazzo Medici-Riccardi). We can admire one special chapel – secret and precious – imagining the religious heart of one …
Read More »PAUL GAUGUIN (1848/1903): FRENCH PAINTER: The pictorial harmony of pure colors – human and natural – with no prospects, highlights or shadows
GIOVANNI BELLINI, alias GIAMBELLINO (1433/1516), ITALIAN PAINTER: Master of the Venetian school, with nuances of style ranging from the Byzantine school, to Mantegna, Dürer and Antonello da Messina
AN EVENING IN COPENHAGEN: Smoked salmon, jazz and something intriguing
Café Petersborg – in Bredgade 76 – right next alo Amaliengorg, is the restaurant where I would like to take this evening, an elegant and refined, but if you prefer a quieter corner, right on the edge of the channel, we could go to the restaurant Kanalen – in Frederiksholm Kanal 18 – good for eating smoked salmon from Bornholm, …
Read More »ALBRECHT ALTDORFER (1480/1538): GERMAN PAINTER: In its shades of color, the charm of nature and of human figures
MARICHIKO, POEMS OF LOVE: If I think
IF I THINK If I thought I could go away to come to you, ten thousand miles would be a mile. But we’re in the same city and I dare not see you, and a mile It is longer than a million miles. (Marichico) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Love-Poems-Marichiko-Kenneth-Rexroth/dp/0879221003
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