Meeting Benches World art in all forms

The art based on the value, functionality, and the concatenation of sounds, is called music. With reference to the technical means which they earned (and the forms in which it is expressed during the times), it envelops our planet, with shades that can be Greek or Eastern, Byzantine or romantic. The music, like painting, knows many shades of expression, what …

DENIAL On the secret seashore, white like a pigeon, we thirsted at noon; but the water was brackish. On the golden sand, we wrote her name; but the sea-breeze blew and the writing vanished. With what spirit, what heart, what desire and passion, we lived our life: a mistake! So we changed our life. (Yiorgos Seferis)

THE WAKE We saw the wake, but nothing of the boat, because it was happiness that had passed by. They gazed at each other, deep in their eyes a perception at last of the promised clearing, where great stags were running in all their freedom. No hunter entered that country without tears. It was the next day, after a night …

LIVE, FLESH Rise up corpse and walk, nothing new under the yellow sun. The last of the last of the coins of gold, the light that flakes away under the layers of time. The lock on the breaking heart, a thread of silk, a thread of lead, a thread of blood. After these waves of silence, signs of love’s black …

If the gift of the musician – for each of us – is to become the mouthpiece of a thought that, with the radio and the web, it can spread in the world, then we are the subjects of their motivational boost, one that enters our years, when we want to live or when we feel sad. That motivational drive, …

AUTUMN CROCUSES The meadow is venomous but lovely in autumn, the cows graze there and are slowly poisoned. The colchicum colour of shadow and lilac, flowers there your eyes resemble that flower. Violet shades like their shadow that autumn and slowly your eyes empoison my life. The children arrive from school, what a fracas, dressed in smocks and playing harmonicas. …

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when …

MARIO CARRENO Y MORALES 1/3 – Mario Carreño Morales, is born in Cuba, in the city of Havana on a day in June of 1913. His painting, will have an abstract and symbolic geometric trend with surreal overtones. His first works, affected by the influence of Picasso, but evolve in the grandeur of the Mexican muralists. His formative period, when …

BLESSED BE, by Francesco Petrarca – Blessed be the day, month, year and season, and time and hour, and the point and the beautiful country, and the place where I was reached, by the two beautiful eyes that have bound me. And blessed be the first sweet sorrow, that I had, to be combined with love, and bow and arrows …

IN THE EYES, by Dante Alighieri – In the eye brings my lady love, for it is what she looks nice. Wherever she goes, every man to her turns, and to the one who she greets, she shakes the heart, so that, by lowering the face, everything shuts down, and all her fault then sighs. Front of her fleeing pride …

“La Fornarina” is an oil painting on wood, made by Raffaello Sanzio nearly five centuries ago. To admire that fruit of artistic creativity, you have to go to Rome, in the Palazzo Barberini National Gallery. That painting was preserved by Raphael in his studio until his death. For the identity of the model, imagine a girl named Margherita Luti – …

From medieval to Renaissance time, the poets are maintained within two expressive strands: love in the service of a woman (chosen as the centerpiece of his poetic world), and love as a prison of the male heart. In Italy, it is with “Il Canzoniere” by Francesco Petrarca that is the transition between the two eras. Classical antiquity is again a …

WHEN I SEE THE LARK, by Bernart de Ventadorn – When I see the lark move its wings with joy towards the sun, here, forgot herself, abandons herself to the sweetness that goes to the heart. Ah, so much envy immediately takes me, to everyone I see surrounded by joy, which is a source of wonder if soon the desire …