Meeting Benches World art in all forms

A love story, one that fly from San Francisco to Poland, to the story of the concentration camps where Japanese Americans were imprisoned during the Second World War. Reading this novel you will know a woman (Alma, cultured and wealthy), who decides to make the last part of her life in San Francisco, in a residence for seniors. Normality of …

SOLITUDE LITTLE FEARS THE EMBRACEMENT The solitude fears little the embrace. I am explaining to two hungry blackbirds, behind the window with their beaks holed up in feathers, that loneliness is nothing more than hunger and that (at least for them) the embrace can mean the piece of bread. I have to convince them that Lent is still far away. …

NIKE You are like the Nike of Samothrace in Paris, oh sleepless love: also hurt, with the same fervor you tend arms mutilated, and you fly. (Maria Pazlikoswka)

NOTHING WILL COME MORE Nothing will come more. There will be no spring. Millennial almanacs, it predict at all. But even summer and other things bearing the beautiful summer attribute, nothing will come more. You must not cry, says music. No one else said anything. (Ingeborg Bachmann)

LAYER Love each time whitens the soul like a room. Overlaps the previous one on the other, sull’azzurrino away with tiny flowers, come the field poppies, then the light yellow with roses. And somewhere in a corner all peels off. Petals as you browse the layers of paint, and if I tried to scratch with a fingernail, would shine in …

I BELIEVE I believe in the good things and the good, I believe in friendship, I believe in love. In what is above reason, and whose origin in the world do not see, in what it has in its goal. I believe in the inspiration of the poet, I think in every heartbeat. In an eternal life and superior, in …

SAME OLD LOVE Take away your things and go You can’t take back what you said, I know I’ve heard it all before, at least a million times I’m not one to forget, you know I don’t believe, I don’t believe it You left in peace, left me in pieces Too hard to breathe, I’m on my knees Right now, …

STITCHES I thought that I’ve been hurt before But no one’s ever left me quite this sore Your words cut deeper than a knife Now I need someone to breathe me back to life Got a feeling that I’m going under But I know that I’ll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on You …

MAX ERNST 1/6 – Maximilien was born in Germany in an April day. He studied philosophy, history of art and psychiatry, but it is starting to draw, he discovered his creative vocation. Already at age 22 he exhibited his first paintings in Berlin, knowing Apollinaire and Delaunay. MAX ERNST 2/6 – A strong advocate of the artistic avant-garde, its onset …

LEONOR FINI 1/6 – Born woman, in Argentina, in a summer day. Growing increasingly impatient with the conventions and fascinated by the new, devoting her life to the theater, travel and painting, but also loving – always – so desecrating. Trivially die in Paris (because of flu complications), in the heart of winter. LEONOR FINI 2/6 – Growing dispute between …

LEONORA CARRINGTON 1/5 – She was born in England, but lived her youth in France (with a tormented love story and a nervous breakdown), then spent nearly seventy years of her life in Mexico, where she met (becoming painter and writer), the surreal world of Horna, Gerszo and Peret, along with close friend of Remedios Varo and Bridget Bate Tichenor. …

“The flock of men afraid. I know this because I am a dog, sniffing the smell of fear. ” The narrative voice is that of a German shepherd dog, raised by the Mapuches, people living in the south of Chile, in a region called Araucania. Over there invites the author of this novel, to know the tale of this dog …