Meeting Benches World art in all forms

MORNING PRAYER “For me it’s dark, but you there is light, I’m alone, but you do not leave me are cowardly, but there is help from you are restless, but you no peace in me there is bitterness, but you patience I do not understand your ways, but you know the right path for me. “ (Dietrich Bonhoeffer)

Famous, even in midwinter, this island from the high Coast is waiting for you, now. Funchal-its capital-is an opportunity to taste the famous wines of the island but also for quiet walks or excursions can be enjoyed. I recommend you write some annotations, so as not to miss some opportunities: a walk in Praca do Municipio and the Museu de …

DEAD WATER “This is the moat of putrid water and despair, not a breath of the breeze ruffles. Better throw ourselves even ferracci rusted and copper pieces, and without remorse even the leftovers of the meal. Maybe the copper pieces they want to become green as jade, and tin boxes you embroider some peach flower petal; let the anointed make …

LANGUAGES “Many languages now spoken in this world. Flying above the words, meet, meet, bump, creating sparks, sometimes hate, sometimes love. The skyscraper of rationality, but collapses without vocals, with fragile and light thoughts. Bamboo tablets, a handwoven basket filled with poisonous mushrooms blinds. Those rock paintings quadrupeds we trample the flowers above, but a secret shower develops somewhere on …

A resounding success that comes from far away. The tale of an era and its players. Emile Zola had this published his novel in 1880, but that book – then judged extremely outrageous – still remains extremely readable, almost current, in its social and existential. “…… A set individually mixed, made of all kinds of smart people, devastated by all …

IN A MOMENT “Weak. The secret is waiting, tomorrow. Box of tranquility, in a moment. “ (Delicate Arch)

A KISS “A kiss, is just a brush of lips. It is the rubbing of two hearts, two souls, two bright portions the spirit of life.” (Fernando Pessoa)

THE WATER “Water screams in the jug raised to the mouth. It’s fresh sound tell me who gives me drinking. He smiled. The sound is just a squealing sound. Drink the water without hearing anything my throat.” (Fernando Pessoa)

GREAT MYSTERIES DWELL     “Great mysteries inhabit the portal of my being, the site where hesitate Large birds looking My transpose late to see them.   They are birds filled abyss, as in dreams there are. I need if polling and distrust and my soul is cataclysm the site where it is.   Then awake sleep I am cheerful …

EVERY WAVE “Each wave of the sea has a different light. Just as beauty by those we love.” (Virginia Wolf)