TRIUMPH OF BACCHUS AND ARIADNE   How beautiful is youth, who flees though! Who wants to be happy, either : tomorrow there is no certainty . This is Bacchus and Ariadne is this , beautiful , and the other is one of the burning : because time is running out and deceives , together they are always happy. These nymphs …

Jean-Marie Déguignet, was until 1998 the name of an unknown man in France. He was born in Guengat in 1834 and died in Quimper in 1905, but his death was lit by anonymous Bernez Rouz, a true lover of French Brittany. And ‘in fact, thanks to the meticulous work of the French journalist, Jean-Marie and his time back in front …

I am happy to meet you again in Central Italy. For this meeting, but I’ll have to ask you a favor. As you know, we will move its two wheels, on my Vespa, but since ours is the “Chianti Tour” will require that the two of us we alternate driving the scooter, when we start from Siena. I will confess …

After that you will have understood the true meaning of the “Dramatis Personae”, if you will have had the courage to enter into the “Waters of March” and let yourself be enveloped by the “Post Mortem”, then, but only then, you will have discovered “The shadow the Wind. “It ‘was thanks to Carlos Zafon Ruiz, though, that you came to …

Psychiatrist and prestigious university professor, prolific writer and attentive to four characters who find themselves in a double bed. Sensitive to the new themes that contextualize the professional success of a woman, supporter of the predictive validity of the statistical methods, but also curious investigator of subtle textures anatomical-psychological-social that offer to any couple a chance to share. Free and …

Thank you for having accepted my invitation to travel. This weekend, I return with great joy – with you – in places particularly dear to me, on a route that winds through the rolling hills of Central Italy, the birthplace of the Italian language and where it was created its flag flag. We will move at a speed of only …

LOVE   What I have in my heart, burning like our age, I dare you speak, how to define it? Is it a burning mirror hit your picture? A thrilling portrait born of your memory?   See! I think it’s you, even in your absence, In sleep; eh what! can you still watch? This overwhelming happiness that gives your presence, …

Every year, on the evening of 12 July, the “Palio della Balestra” dispute between competitors within the “terzieri” citizens, according to a regulation that dates back to 1443. During the month of September, under the walls of the city, there is the “Medieval Fair of Holy Cross “where you can see schools of artisans, musicians and jugglers. Every year, between …

Hello. Although for me this is a third Norwegian experience, I do not deny being excited, once again, at the thought of touching the sky, the sea and the earth, on board a ferry postal Norwegian. You ask me how is this possible, and my answer is in the casket of my memories and of my photographs. You and I …

Come back to life after death. Waking after sleep. Start an experience, away from another. This is the reason why you’re with me today within the walls of an ancient small town in Central Italy. We are in Sansepolcro, a magical place where a painter has succeeded in his aim, to make come back to life for all human beings …

          I DO NOT KNOW MORE, I DO NOT WANT MORE                               Marceline Desbordes-Valmore   I do not know, I do not want more I do not know where did my anger; has spoken … and his sins are gone. His eyes …

This afternoon, we saw along the Bullfight in Seville, and I hope you have enjoyed the warmth of the sun and that of the crowd, but I would leave to you the flavors of Seville. My idea is to meet this evening at 1 Calle Mateos Gago. At what time? I suggest thoroughly after eight in the evening, according to …

  MARCELINE DESBORDES-VALMORE: The Awakening     On this bed of reeds, how can I sleep yet? I feel the scented air, scroll around you. Your mouth is devouring a flower aroma. approached, my darling, and others that do not burn me. Wake up, wake up!   But this breath of love, I wish that this kiss yet I dare …

Welcome to our “Travel Bench.” For this weekend, I would like to accompany you in the rolling hills of Central Tuscany, but not to make you drink good wine of Montepulciano, and even to see the Palio of Siena. My desire – but it is independent of any religious belief – is to help you along an ancient path, that …