Meeting Benches World art in all forms

A COLD SPRING A cold spring: the violet was flawed on the lawn. For two weeks or more the trees hesitated; the little leaves waited, carefully indicating their characteristics. Finally a grave green dust settled over your big and aimless hills. One day, in a chill white blast of sunshine, on the side of one a calf was born. The …

In the Italy Central, the year is marked by memories connected to the land, where planting and harvesting, harvesting and pressing olives perpetuate rites and peasant parties. To all this, for you are added pageants that have roots in the individual municipal reality, also gastronomically. Every hill is a microcosm waiting for you, with spring events that attract visitors from …

SPRING Nothing is so beautiful as Spring, when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush. Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing. The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush the descending blue. That blue is all in …

San Miniato al Monte, you can recognize it from a distance, because a copper eagle (with a bale of fabric), stands on the church gable. With its polychrome facade in white and green marble – in the typical Tuscan Romanesque decor – this church, built in 1018, it continued for centuries to attract a huge amount of visitors. Upon entering, …

JEAN BAPTISTE SIMEON CHARDIN 1/4 – He – the painter who was born and died in the fall, the son of a cabinet maker manufacturer of billiard tables – he has always lived in Paris, without ever traveling abroad, even in Italy, as was customary at the time. The subjects of his paintings were less hardworking than those of his …

PRAYER Make me quiet, if you can. It is not so much anxiety that I hide, and even the rush, but I will not try. I do not want to have, what you know will not give me pleasure, and can therefore hurt. You give me: the memory that you’re there, that I want you, that you fill me and …

When your geographical horizon extends – for business or pleasure – you have the wonderful opportunity to hear you inside. A 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 Meeting Benches way: the Vitruvian approach to life. 47,599 …

BLUEPRINTS Caroline and Jamie McAfee are close. Not only do they enjoy their relationship as mother and daughter, they’re in business together as the team that fronts the popular home renovation show Gut It! All is well with these two strong women, but when the network tells Caroline that Jamie is to replace her as host, Caroline feels betrayed by …

SO FAR I love you and you’re not here. I linger in this garden, breathing the color that is the thought, before becoming a language in the air still. Well as your name, is a pale spectrum and, as far as I it exhale incessantly, it will not next to me. Tonight, I you you invent, I you imagine, your …

THE FIRST BAD MAN Cheryl, vulnerable woman who lives alone, with a perpetual lump in her throat. She is haunted by a baby boy she met when she was six, who sometimes recurs as other people’s babies. Cheryl is obsessed with Phillip, a philandering board member at the women’s self-defense non-profit where she works. She believes they’ve been making love …

EVERYDAY THAT PASSES IS A REVISIT Everyday that passes is a revisit, all gray history of life. A woman who just told me, put me in the heart like a great swollen bud of joy. It is a joy to see so many bright green branches in the wind and many bullies flowers, blossoming, it is a great joy, because …

The park occupies only part of the Canyon – 200 km long – that has formed over the millennia. The Palo Duro Canyon is considered one of the most beautiful in the world, for the extraordinary richness of its colors and the great variety of rock formations. You can go as you want this wonder of nature explore the canyon …

SPRING Call me life! Just as I call you, heroic! Let me go down as well. Spring! Wow! I hate the clear and talkative intelligence. Hate the old hypocrite, more insidious hypocritical young, enters the life, huh, life, in a lie as it gives the love! Time slips beyond repair in the honey pot. Its rich contrast, my secret developed …

FAR GET THE LOOK As far as the eye, no flowers or red maple leaves: only a hut from the roof of reeds, near the creek, in the autumn twilight. (Fujiwara no Sadaie)