The Japanese poetry? All have ancient matrix in “Kojiki”. A history with subsequent irradiation in the collection “Manyoshu” – thousands of compositions – with different poetic forms: “choka”, “sedoka” and “tanka”. The contemporary poet Yuichi Sato, without neglecting the traditional poetry, extends its perceptual horizon, interacting intellectually with all that surrounds him, even with contemporary music. His perception of the …
Read More »WITH THE EYES OF THE MIND: The elegance and the human body, through the eyes of Hsien Fang
The slender feet are cold, and the feet are heavy muscled. Feet are similar irreparably vulgar. Starting from here: the feet are big plump and sweet to the touch, the feet are soft and pleasant to the eye pleasing, elegant and feet are refined and beautiful. But the fatness should not depend on meat, softness should not depend on the …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF MERCY: Cherry Blossoms and white roses, in the eyes of a blind man, buzzing of small falling leaves
CHERRY BLOSSOM – T.Kikaku: To see the cherry blossoms, led by his mother, reaches the small blind. GROWING – J. Marti: I cultivate a white rose, albeit in adverse season, good for the soul that arises in my hand away. But for one who grabs me by my heart out alive, nor thistle or nettle cultivation: I cultivate a white …
Read More »FIVE STEPS IN HOLLAND: From Haarlem in Alkmaar, smelling cheeses and watching the sea of tulips
Of course you will have already visited Amsterdam, so I’ll wait in Haarlem – half hour of time – to get to where you can sniff the air of this city that smells appetizing cheese. My name Matthijs, I am Dutch, and I would like to take you somewhere special, but you will need to devote a few days of …
Read More »57.329293 ° N 3.608772 ° W: Welcome at Grantown-on-Spey, the Highland Council Area
At 72 miles from Aberdeen, you can take the A944 road, turning left shortly after, on the A974. We will meet here, on a hill called Barmekin ofEcht. http://www.visitgrantown.co.uk/ A special place in the County of Moray, a typical small Scottish town that I need to visit at least once every year. Why? There are – in the world – many …
Read More »CHOK DEE, FOR YOUR TRAVEL IN THAILAND: With Alonso, visiting the temples of Wat arund, hung out on Khao San Road
The Chao Phraya River, the temples of Wat Arun, the Chatuchak Market, but also a walk on the Khao San Road. Are you with me in Thailand, and I offer them my short travel notes, before returning to Europe. Certainly, I’ll bring in Spain something material – which is not difficult, gizonzolando markets of Bangkok – but most precious commodity …
Read More »WELCOME IN MYANMAR: Tale Travel, straddling the Tropic of Cancer
I am here. I am Marco, an Italian just returned from Burma, straddling the Tropic of Cancer. Benches meeting offers me the opportunity to travel a short reviews and comments, and I will offer it. In fact, in my experience as a traveler, this time I came home with two distinct experiences: a material (the memory of the Irrawaddy River …
Read More »CHAGALL, A DISTANT LIGHT: Source unquenchable of love suspended in the delicacy of the nuances, wrapped in sinuous forms
“How beautiful you are, my friend, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves, behind your veil. Your hair is a flock of goats, that descend from the slopes of Gilead.” Moishe Segal, Mark Zacharovič Šagalov, Marc Chagall. Three identity for a jew Russian born in a summer of 1887, a human naturalizzatosi and died French, in the spring of 1985. …
Read More »WALKING IN SOLITUDE: Poetry, by L. De Vega
I go to my loneliness, I come from my loneliness, because to be with me enough for me my thoughts. (L. DE VEGA) Vado alle mie solitudini, dalle mie solitudini vengo, perché per stare con me mi bastano i miei pensieri. (L. DE VEGA) Voy a mi soledad, Vengo de mi soledad, porque …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF WAITING – Wait a look, preparing the unacceptability of truth
ACCEPTANCE – Heraclitus: You’ll never find the truth, if you are not willing to accept even what you did not expect to find. EXPECTATIONS – G.G. Marquez: He who awaits much can expect little. WAIT – LA Seneca: The biggest obstacle is the expectation of life, which depends on tomorrow but wasted today. JOYOUS WAITING – E. Montale: But wait …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF PEACE – Sleeping in white robes, smelling the scents of the harvest, beside lily pads
CLEANED CLOTHES – Tibullus: But you come to us, oh alma Peace, keep up the ear, and fill of apples, the womb of your white robe. BAD WORDS – J. Milton: With words coated ornaments of reason, advised ignoble calm, quiet and slothful. DESERT – Tacitus: They make a desert and call it peace. WINDOWS IN THE NIGHT – H. …
Read More »WORDS THAT DANGLE IN THE AIR: In myself they sleep and exist, stunning me, while our knees still touch
LOVE SLEEPING IN BREAST OF THE POET – By Federico García Lorca You can never understand how much I love you, because in myself you sleep and you remains asleep. I will hide in tears, haunted by a voice of penetrating steel. Accordance that shakes together, flesh and star, already pierces my chest pained, and the gloomy words have bitten …
Read More »EDGE OF THE ABYSS: Speaking of love, with Boris Cyrulnik
Yes, even the soul has its wounds. This tells us a French neuropsychiatrist – Boris Cyrulnik – the innovator of the circuits invisible of emotions and feelings. Not with poems, and not even with a novel, he takes us on pages full of sense. http://www.amazon.it/Parlare-damore-sullorlo-dellabisso-Cyrulnik/dp/8876848703 Almost as an architect, but without using brick and reinforced concrete, the physician-writer reminds us …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF THOUGHT – Listening to the voice of hope, in the storms of loneliness, enduring every impossibility
ROOMS ILLUMINATE – P. von Heyse: Endure, is patient quiet. In a time, your room will be full of sun. TRUSTING – J. Thorarensen: Although I fail to see placate the storms of life, moved, I listen to the laughter of my hopes. THE IMPOSSIBLE – M. Kundera: We can write and love, in spite of the impossibility of writing, …
Read More »ANNA AND THE CAPTAIN: With Jane Austen, walking into the infinite, far from the persuasions of others
Jane Austen, 42 years of earthly light, a well known English narrator, an immortality of words and emotions, which is not dead in the summer of 1817. He grew up in a home environment culturally vibrant, opening its vast horizon of words in a vast library family. In 1793 she has already completed its “juvenilia”, a collection of her poems, …
Read More »