Meeting Benches World art in all forms

IF YOU DO NOT SPEAK     If you do not speak, I will fill my heart of your silent, and I will bear it. I’ll stay here stop to wait, as the starry night in his wake, with his head bowed down, patient. But the morning comes, the shades of night will vanish, and your voice in golden streams …

If I could live my life again, in the next I would try to make more mistakes, not try to be so perfect, I would deny it more, I would be less serious than I was, in fact, I would take very few things seriously. I would be less hygienic, I would run more risks, take more vacations, contemplate more …

Imagine a man. Imagine that in addition to the man – lying on a table – there is the limp body of a woman (his wife commits suicide, falling down from a window). Obviously, since it just happened, that man could not make sense of the incident. But is talking to himself, he finds explanations. Dostoevsky, the author of this …

………………………………… (Maestro Andrea) Ben is found Your Lordship. (Messer Maco) Good evening and Happy New Year. I believed to have lost you as and my familiar. (Maestro Andrea) The is better to miss that smarirme. Or here and book; go inside I will read you a little lesson sweet dessert for the first time. (Messer Maco) Ah, master, let me …

They did not have anything else to say? Their eyes, however, were full of words the most serious. While they struggled to find trivial phrases, they felt filled both by the same languor. It was like a whisper of the soul, deep, continuous, who had won the item. Amazed by this new, soft feeling, not thinking even to explain their …

This poetry belongs to Water and Land (poetry collection published in 1930), with a structure very short and very deep ways. A poem which remained famous for its concise structure, exciting like a flash in the darkness that comes close:   Everyone is just the heart of the earth pierced by a ray of sun: and it is now evening. …

Basho in the summer of 1694 he went to Osaka. He died there, after writing his latest haiku: Traveling, sick the way of my dreams on a dry wash. http://www.amazon.com/Matsuo-Basho-Makoto-Ueda/dp/0870115537 http://www.amazon.it/111-HAIKU-BASHO-MATSUO/dp/8877992506  

……………………………………………..Castrogiovanni, Sunday, April 29, 1787. The old Enna he reserved the harshest of welcome: a room with brick, with taxes but no windows, so we had to choose between staying seated us in the dark or expose ourselves again to the squalls we had just escaped. Devoured some remains of our provisions and, after having a bad night, solemnly we …

THE CARE I’ll protect you from the fears of hypochondria from disturbances that will meet today for your street. Injustices and deceptions of your time, from the failures that your nature will attract. Will relieve you from pain and your mood swings, the obsessions of your delusions. Overcome the gravitational currents, space and light to not grow old. And heal …

I WISH I COULD A QUIET CORNER I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very own world. I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows. Those who make believe to be dumb, and look …