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  • A DREAM LANDSCAPE SHAPED BY THE SUN AND THE TRAMONTANA

    A nonconformist dialogue between painting, sculpture and poetry Get ready for an experience that goe…

  • AN UNEXPECTED LITERARY STAGE

    Moving between connective tissues of words and stone You are about to meet the person who accompanie…

  • INNOVATION AND CREATIVE FREEDOM

    Explore the unconscious and challenge conventions, through art Roland Penrose, a central figure in B…

  • BOTTICELLI’S SPRING

    Beauty, nature and harmony through a mythological allegory The Renaissance, a historical and cultura…

  • NEW BEGINNINGS

    An invitation to rediscover the world with eyes full of wonder Spring, a symbol of renewal and new b…

  • DREAMTIME

    Australian Aboriginal and ancestral spirits who created the world “Leaving bitterness behind i…

  • THE OCEAN’S PATH

    Poetry and Culture of the French Pacific Islands You’re intrigued by the idea of an escape, somethin…

  • WALKING IN BEAUTY

    A Journey Where Wisdom Comes from Listening, Not Speaking The Indigenous Peoples of North America th…

  • ROMEO, JULIET AND A BALCONY

    Passion and Tragedy in Shakespeare’s Verona The desire to escape from the everyday and take re…

  • TOWARDS THE INNER LIGHT

    Provence Trip, Inspiration for All Beauty Lovers “Sometimes you leave to forget, other times t…

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DREAM: Poetry, by Anna Andreevna Akhmatova

DREAM   Black and hard detachment that I stand as thou. Why do you cry? Give me  better to hand, promise to return in a dream. We are like two mountains, We not meet again in this world. If only, when midnight comes, you send me a greeting with the stars. (Anna Andreevna Akhmatova) http://www.amazon.it/Selected-Poems-Anna-Andreevna-Akhmatova/dp/0002710412

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LIKE A FISH THAT LIVES IN THE FUND: Poetry by Sandro Zanotto

Sitting next to a tiller, to look after, you can carefully observe the banks open. Although not wanting to, you follow a track without curbstones that follow behind these waters, rotting and still, always. When the eye does not look at the banks, is a face that rises from the depths stomach, like a fish that lives at the bottom …

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HOLD MY HAND: Poetry of Hermann Hesse

HOLD MY HAND Hold my hand at sunset, when the light of day goes out and darkness slips his cloth of stars. Keep it tight, when I can not live this imperfect world. Hold my hand, take me where time does not exist. Keep it close in hard living. Hold my hand, in the days when I feel disoriented, sing …

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I THINK OF YOU: Poetry by Johann Wolfgang Goethe

I THINK OF YOU I think of you, from the bosom of the sea when the sun rises and its rays darts. I think of you, when the moonlight wave serene whitens. I think of you, when it goes away the dust along the path, and in the dark night, when the passenger on the bridge, the heart leaps with …

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I CALL YOU RISE OR FALL: Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

I CALL YOU RISE OR FALL What your name: rise or decline? Because sometimes I fear I am, and the red of her roses tend cautious, and I sense a fear in his flute, for those days without singing and without end. But myths and mine, I feel the evenings, the dim light of my gaze. The forests, between my …

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