OUR HANDS IN THE WATER We fidget this water. In it, our hands are sought, sometimes touching, broken shapes. Further down, is a current, is something invisible, other trees, other lights, other dreams. And look, are also other colors. Refraction transfigures the red. It was a summer day? No, it is the time that will change the sky, and into …
Read More »ROTATIONS: Poetry, by Lorenzo Mari
ROTATIONS The rotation of a star, I understand with the heart. There are red hot stones on the night of the body. These are the names that trace their orbit of oblivion, their ellipse years and forgetfulness. (Lorenzo Mari)
Read More »ISLAND COZUMEL, MEXICO: A dream, for a journey through lagoons and beaches
Ciega and Chan Kanab? These are the names of two lagoons, those that you can admire in Playa San Francisco, with the ability to maintain – however – your eyes open, because these beaches, they are not a dream, but a beautiful reality. Isla Cozumel, does not want to compete with the more famous Cancun, because it is content with …
Read More »ON THE ROOF OF VENEZUELA: Journey in the Parque Nacional Sierra Nevada
You will have already tasted the horizons of the Llanos and Lake Maracaibo, those that fade up, showing you the grandeur of the Andes. If you want to – in just two hours – you get to step Pico El Aquila, next to the snow, but along the way do not miss the opportunity to observe the changing landscape, including …
Read More »MAURICE UTRILLO (1883/1955), FRENCH PAINTER: Urban landscapes of a son of art, born and raised in Montmartre
FRANCISCO GOYA (1746/1828), PAINTER SPANISH: The teacher who had difficulty writing, but not in the paint
WATER AND LAND: LANDSCAPES – Poetry of José Emilio Pacheco
WATER AND LAND: LANDSCAPES It is time imperceptible that it is night. And no one asks how does the night, that matter secret is building the night. Sea, return at night the darkness that draws in your abyss. It rains and the world is concentrated in the rain. The water is absorbed. The whole Earth is sinking in the rain. …
Read More »ALTHOUGH SO FRAGILE: Poetry of Akiko Yosano (1878/1942)
ALTHOUGH SO FRAGILE Although so fragile and so short love, blood has too young this girl, to burn poems spring. (Akiko Yosano)
Read More »WELCOME TO ATHLONE: Westmeath, central Ireland, a river and a lake, next to Celtic crosses and ancient legends
True. At one time the city was famous for its castle, but what I want to talk to you is a different thing: the beauty of what encompasses this corner of Ireland. First, my suggestion is to walk next to what remains of its ancient walls (without losing the charm of what remains of an old Franciscan monastery). A trip …
Read More »JOURNEY IN GREECE – The north eastern Aegean islands
Thassos and Samothrace, Limnos and Lesvos, Chios, Samos and Ikaria. Seven islands that – almost like a mosaic – reveal a complex natural and historical landscape, where memories Byzantine, Genoese and Ottoman open your eyes. Monasteries and small villages, castles, mountains and forests of pine, olive and cypress trees. But also beautiful springs and waterfalls of crystal clear water, rocky …
Read More »JACQUES CALLOT (1592/1635), FRENCH ARTIST: Master of the graver, with shades of grotesque and gallantry
TOUSSAINT DUBREUIL (1561/1602), FRENCH PAINTER: Highly elongated and undulating forms, same shades of the work of painter Primaticcio
EUBEA, YOUR HOUSE IN GREECE: Holidays in Sporades Islands
Welcome. Even today, I have waited, to continue our tour of the archipelago of the Sporades Islands, on the island Euboea. We will find forests of chestnut trees and many pine trees, but if you love the sea, we will be able to go on the lonely coast north through winding roads. We have the opportunity to visit the Archaeological …
Read More »JEAN FOUQUET (1420/1481), FRENCH PAINTER: Paintings on wood and miniatures, with Italian backgrounds
ANGUISH: Poetry, by Stéphane Mallarmé
ANGUISH I do not come tonight for your body, or the beast that the sins of a nation, accept, or stir up in your impure hair a sad storm, under the tedium incurable pouring my kiss. I ask you to read the heavy sleep without dreams, hovered under the veil of secret remorse, and that you can enjoy after your …
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