Meeting Benches World art in all forms

I SIT AT MY DESK “I sit at my desk. What can I write to you? Sick with love, I long to see you in the flesh. I can only write, “I love you. I love you. I love you. “ Love cuts through my heart And tears my vitals. Spasms of longing suffocate me And will not stop.” (Kennet …

Near Kitzbuhel – in western Tyrol – the Austrian Alps offer you particular places, where to ski at 1800 meters high, in the woods of Ehrenbachhöhe, next to the old wooden barns. You should move in a worldly dimension reduced, going to Kirchberg, an alpine village that looks straight out of an old postcard. This small baroque jewel, above a …

HARMONY – A. Blok: Telling those who did not live, play fake and tragic harm. Discover a harmony, in discordant reel being. LOSS – Hakim Sanai: Why did you lose to think about the shape of what is? Why sighs of passion, for what is not? Of these two things, make it one, and swallowed it like honey. Then, netted …

BREATH “Breath stranger, ancestor, friend that does not leave you anything but that, a brand of air on the skin. Advises that nothing there is respectable, in a set of family, when the doors of the cabinet are closed. Advises that this land wild and naked desire, is simply, or not so simply, body. “ (Arundhathi Subramanian)

KEEPING THINGS WHOLE “In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been. We all have reasons for moving. The move to keep things whole. “ (Mark …

A man born in Athens, an extraordinary reporter, tells the march towards the interior of an unknown world. In the pages of his book, not only facts relating to ancient Greece, but the concerns – along with the strengths and weaknesses – of men. Timeless, the nuances of varied humanity tell us about the nightmare in impossible environments, the heartbreaking …

FLOAT – A. Gérecz: In your smile floated the moon, and I wanted to climb. Your smile was only human, and I pick it up I curled in. THREE REALITY – Ramayana: There are three things real, and they are God, human folly and laughter. Since the first two beyond our understanding, we must do what we can with the …

“In nostalgic fields I was standing these things made who were from distances received large.”       “June wheel wet the pickup truck stopped at lights it is attached to the future.”       “At the port of heaven the harbor water the port of the wind the port of dreams run off the seeds.” (Yasuta Kemari)

At any time of the year – and for any reason you have – come to me, sniffing the fragrant basil, mint, breathing and drinking wine Malvasia. In qualsisi moment you arrive, you’ll find the Salina Island full of people, because his fishy sea is always smiling. Many people have bought a house on the island, because they needed time …

MADRUGADA “Do fundo do meu fourth, do not least of My Body clandestine ouço (não vejo) ouço no bone will grow and no músculo da noite a noite, a noite ocidental obscenamente acesa sobre meu país dividido em classes. “ SUNRISE “From the bottom of my room, from the bottom of my body clandestine I hear (not see) feel grow …