
THE CZECH PAINTER OF WOMEN – Alfons Maria Mucha: Art Nouveau painter, with images of women
ALFONS MARIA MUCHA 1/3 – When he was born in Ivančice, that land was part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. When he was still a child, it is in Brno which manifests his first interest in drawing. When at the age of 19 he moved to Vienna, working designer, of painting he increases his technical knowledge. ALFONS MARIA MUCHA 2/3 – …
Read More »THE MUSICAL TONES OF THE CZECH SOUL – Like the mirror of his people, feeling music and different rhythms
When your geographical horizon extends – for business or pleasure – you have the wonderful opportunity to hear you inside, like the perfectly proportioned man (created by Leonardo da Vinci), correlating the symmetry of human anatomy to the symmetry of the universe. What you see, hear, eat and feel, it’s all inside the Vitruvian approach to life. Welcome to the …
Read More »THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING – Romance, by Milan Kundera
There are four characters (two women and two men), where the events are intertwined, embracing all the colors of love, and also the dependence of a woman by her man, along with the fear of abandonment and infidelity. Yes, these are the existential parentheses around the adaptation of all our actions, emotional and social. Imagine reading a novel, which its …
Read More »I WILL THIRST – Poetry, by Jan Maruna
I WILL THIRST By poems, by thoughts, I open one soul glimmer. With it I discover the glow of the fireplace, beneficent at this time, because on the body feels the heat, when the soul will cool to me, and I will have a thirst for words, of poetry. (Jan Maruna)
Read More »TIME LOVERS – Poetry, by František Hrubín
TIME LOVERS You on the finger you wrapped straw, there on the finger, where you dreamed a gold ring. I still conversed with the sun, and you already were becoming pale in the moonlight. Behind us, suddenly he began to rustle. And you had laid the shadow head, on its leaves. Hair after the hair, by it took you. It …
Read More »A PRAYER IN SPRING – Poetry, by Robert Frost
A PRAYER IN SPRING Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; and give us not to think so far away, as the uncertain harvest; keep us here all simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy …
Read More »SPRING AND WINTER – Poetry, by William Shakespeare
SPRING AND WINTER When daisies pied and violets blue, and lady-smocks all silver-white, and cuckoo-buds of yellow hue do paint the meadows with delight, the cuckoo then, on every tree, mocks married men; for thus sings he, cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo! O word of fear, unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, and merry larks are ploughmen’s …
Read More »SPRING SONG – Poetry, by Robert Louis Stevenson
SPRING SONG The air was full of sun and birds, the fresh air sparkled clearly. Remembrance wakened in my heart, and I knew I loved her dearly. The fallows and the leafless trees, and all my spirit tingled. My earliest thought of love, and Spring’s first puff of perfume mingled. In my still heart the thoughts awoke, came lone by …
Read More »I HAVE A BIRD IN SPRING – Poetry, by Emily Dickinson
I HAVE A BIRD IN SPRING I have a Bird in spring, which for myself doth sing. The spring decoys. And as the summer nears. And as the Rose appears, Robin is gone. Yet do I not repine, knowing that Bird of mine though flown. Learneth beyond the sea, melody new for me, and will return. Fast is a safer …
Read More »SLOW SPRING – Poetry, by Katharine Tynan
SLOW SPRING O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, the days go on with almonds showing the pink stars blowing, and birds in the dawn. Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear, or a lamb that is mild, by little steps, and by little skips, like a lamb or a child. (Katharine Tynan)
Read More »TO THE SPRING, Poetry, by Friedrich Schiller
TO THE SPRING Welcome, gentle Stripling, nature’s darling thou! With thy basket full of blossoms, a happy welcome now! Aha! And thou returnest, heartily we greet thee. The loving and the fair one, merrily we meet thee! Think’st thou of my maiden, in thy heart of glee? I love her yet, the maiden. And the maiden yet loves me! For …
Read More »SPRING – Poetry, by William Morris
SPRING Spring am I, too soft of heart, much to speak ere I depart: ask the Summer-tide to prove, the abundance of my love. (William Morris)
Read More »SPRING RAIN – Poetry, by Matsuo Basho
SPRING RAIN Spring rain, leaking through the roof, dripping from the wasps’ nest. (Matsuo Basho)
Read More »TO SPRING – Poetry, by William Blake
TO SPRING Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, Day and night, nightingale, in the dale, lark in sky. Merrily, merrily merrily, to welcome in the year. Little boy, full of joy; Little girl, sweet and small; Cock does crow, so do you; Merry voice, infant noise; Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year. Little lamb, here I am; …
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