Domenico di Bartolo (1400/1445) – At Siena, he opens the doors of the Renaissance
ON MY SHELTERS DESTROYED: Poetry, by Paul Eluard
“Sur mes refuges détruits  Sur mes phares écroulés  Sur les murs de mon ennui  J’écris ton nom. “ “Sui miei rifugi distrutti  Sui miei fari crollati  Sui muri del mio tormento  Scrivo il tuo nome.” “On my shelters destroyed   On my headlights collapsed   On the walls of my …
Read More »MEMOIRS OF A MADMAN: Poetry, by Gustave Flaubert
MEMOIRS OF A MADMAN “If I threw the grass and watched the stems bend to the breeze, and the waves beat the sand, here, I thought of her, I relived the heart every step, every gesture, every word. So it would be this, love? A “mental thing” that feeds the fire of imagination and asks for help to balms memory …
Read More »JEAN CAROLUS (1814/1875) – Master of figures set within interior scenes
WIND: Poetry, by Hugo Mujica
VIENTO “Viento y las nubes if deshacen; brisa y blancas if transfiguran. Hay ecos que no son de las palabras son of aliento, no nos repiten nos convocan to escuchar decirse para lo que nos llama.” WIND “Wind and the clouds come apart; breeze and white are transfigured. There are echoes which are not of the words are …
Read More »DONATO DE’ BARDI – Shades of Gothic and Renaissance Flemish in Genoa
KAROLY BROCKY (1808/1855) – Vienna, Paris and London. Everywhere, its shades of ivory
PAUL BIVA (1851/1900) – Realistic nuances of French naturalism
IACOPO DE BARBARI (1460/1516): A painter and engraver of the Italian Renaissance, even beyond the Alps
PEDRO AMERICO – The Brazilian pupil of Ingres, Flandrin and Vernet
LOVE IMPOSSIBLE: Gustave Flaubert, by “The Sentimental Education”
LOVE IMPOSSIBLE People “down-to-earth” they say that love is madness. In reality, what happens, is that fantasy violently distorted by pleasant images, where each step brings you closer to happiness, is starkly brought back to harsh reality. (Gustave Flaubert)
Read More »GIOVANNI BALDUCCI – Keep shades of classicism century, at the end of the Renaissance
IF HERE, NOW: Poetry by Akiko Yosano
IF HERE, NOW “If here now I think back to the path of my passion, I looked like a blind man. Without fear of the dark.” (Akiko Yosano)
Read More »I GET TO KNOW ME. I DO NOT EXIST: Poetry, by Fernando Pessoa
I GET TO KNOW ME. NOT EXIST “I start to know me. I do not exist. I am the gap between what I want to be and others have done me, Or half of this range, because there is also life … I am so, so … Turn off the light, close the door and sure to have slippers noises …
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