Meeting Benches World art in all forms

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. The original title …

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.                          CHERRY BLOSSOM, CHERRY …

http://www.visititaly.com/ About two centuries ago, traveling in Italy becomes a trend. At the international level that fashion had a name: “Grand Tour”. Its primary value, it was believed, lay in the exposure both to the cultural legacy of classical antiquity and the Renaissance. The custom (flourished from about 1660 until the advent of large-scale rail transport in the 1840s), was …

LA VITA > Tu che fai piccole barchette d’oro, fai per noi la più piccola. Sarà la barchetta dei nostri sogni in questo mare non sempre azzurro che è la vita. THE LIFE > You, you do small golden boats, you do for us the smallest. It will be the little boat of our dreams, in this sea not always …

275 meters long and 140 wide, it is about 400 meters from the shore. The island is dominated by the Seminary, built in 1844 on the ruins of the castle. Beautiful, in 30 minutes it’s all yours! That fantastic island in the middle of Lake Orta, can be reached from Orta San Giulio (every 15-20 minutes, and the ride takes …

DUE OCCHI > Due occhi mi guardano nel profondo, mi hanno fatto sanguinare il cuore. Due labbra rosse mi hanno detto dolcemente un segreto, che so solo io. Un solco del tuo profumo nell’aria chiara, mi ha sussurrato piano. Mai più. TWO EYES > Two eyes look at me deeply, made me bleed my heart. Two red lips told me …

HANDS REMEMBER Do you remember what things looked like when you were young? The voice of an old friend,or the notes to your first song, it’s been a while now, since you asked me to be your cat, your dog, your owl or bumblebee. Lately I’ve been feeling, like the days gonna come, you’ll walk up to me, and erase …

I LOVE YOU Where the light shivers offshore, through the tides of oceans, are shining in the rising sun, as we are floating in the blue, I am softly watching you. Oh boy your eyes betray what burns inside you. Whatever I feel for you, you only seem to care about you. Is there any chance you could see me …

HERE WITH ME I didn’t hear you leave, I wonder how am I still here and I don’t want to move a thing, it might change my memory. Oh I am what I am, I’ll do what I want, but I can’t hide, I won’t go, I won’t sleep, I can’t breathe until you’re resting here with me. I don’t …

http://www.bestsmalltownsitaly.com/town/gradara-the-marches-center/ Legend, has it that the castle was the scene of the famous and tragic love story of Paolo and Francesca, caught in each other’s arms and killed by Gianciotto (Francesca’s husband). This love story was immortalized by Dante in his Divine Comedy. Situated at 142 metres above sea level, with the Republic of San Marino, Rimini and Carpegna in …

MALAPTESA > Jo no sabia què fer del meu cos, els braços que semblaven mig cenyir-te però no les mans – i tu em vas ajudar. Salvant a l’aire el gest vas acollir-lo. Vas salvar el gest, i més: al seu redós de sobte el que era pla va ensenyar uns nous corrents més àgils dins l’aigua quieta. De sobte …

FINAL DE FESTA > Vénen cada matí les formes i la llum i cada nit vénen més formes i la fosca, i tot fuig en la nit i fuig tot en ple dia amb la proclama silenciosa que l’excés dels mesos, les setmanes i l’abans i l’ara ens ha estat atorgat, mercè d’un rei magnànim i terrible. Que tot ens …

UNA LUCCIOLA D’AGOSTO > Una lucciola d’agosto, se ne andava una mattina, fiera della sua valigia, a raccogliere la luna. E gridava ai quattro venti, la sua gioia d’esser viva, lo gridava ai quattro venti, e la sua luce lampeggiava. Ma la lucciola d’agosto, vide il sole che nasceva, solo, dietro le montagne. Vide il sole che brillava, disse al …

POLVERE DI GESSO > Io ogni mattina ascolto l’alba, e la sera il tramonto, e tutto il rumore che fa. E poi, per ogni giorno che passa, faccio un segno su un muro di questa città, perché non è il tempo che mi manca, e nemmeno l’età. Io ogni mattina quando parto, lascio aperta la mia porta, se qualcuno verrà, …

DENTRO LA TASCA DI UN QUALUNQUE MATTINO > Dentro la tasca di un qualunque mattino, dentro la tasca ti porterei nel fazzoletto di cotone e profumo, nel fazzoletto ti nasconderei. Dentro la tasca di un qualunque mattino, dentro la tasca ti nasconderei, e con la mano, che non vede nessuno, e con la mano ti accarezzerei. Salirà il sole del …