KATARINA VAVROVA’, SLOVAK PAINTER – Not only ladies with a sad expression on her face
WHEN FANTASY MELDS WITH REALITY – Animal, men and wings: the fabulous world of Katarina Vavrová
KATARINA VAVROVA’ 1/4 – Her name is Katarina, Katarina Vavrová, an artist from Slovakia, an artist who likes to express her creativity in all shades ranging from graphic art and painting. She studied at the Academy of Fine Arts in Bratislava, but it was also a student at the Academy of Fine Arts in Perugia, Italy. KATARINA VAVROVA’ 2/4 – …
Read More »SEVEN FAMILIES IN SEVEN CENTURIES – The extraordinary cultural legacy of Považský Castle, Slovakia
Považský Castle, is a ruin of medieval castle on the right side of the river Váh, near Považská Bystrica in Slovaki, and it was one of the most important castles guarding the valley of the river Váh (on the opposite bank of the river Váh, there lies narrowest canyon in Slovakia called ManÃnska tiesňava, and there is a nice view …
Read More »IN THE SMOKE – Poetry by Eugenio Montale
NEL FUMO > Quante volte t’ho atteso alla stazione nel freddo, nella nebbia. Passeggiavo rosicchiando, comprando giornali innominabili, fumando Giuba poi soppresse dal ministro dei tabacchi, il balordo! Forse un treno sbagliato, un doppione oppure una sottrazione. Scrutavo le carriole dei facchini, se mai ci fosse dentro il tuo bagaglio, e tu dietro, in ritardo. Poi apparivi, ultima. È un …
Read More »THE NIGHTINGALE – Romance, by Kristin Hannah
THE NIGHTINGALE In the quiet village of Carriveau, Vianne Mauriac says goodbye to her husband, Antoine, as he heads for the Front. She doesn’t believe that the Nazis will invade France…but invade they do, in droves of marching soldiers, in caravans of trucks and tanks, in planes that fill the skies and drop bombs upon the innocent. When France is …
Read More »SWEET FRIEND, I DO NOT BELIEVE – Poetry by Vladimir Solovyov
SWEET FRIEND, I DO NOT BELIEVE Sweet friend, I do not believe your words, your senses, your eyes, and even to myself. I think only the stars that shine at the top. For a milky path, the stars send me infallible dreams, and in the desert boundless they breed for me heavenly flowers. And in that eternal summer, including those …
Read More »ALL THE LIGHT WE CANNOT SEE – Romance, by Antony Doerr
ALL THE LIGHT WE CANNOT SEE Marie-Laure lives with her father in Paris near the Museum of Natural History, where he works as the master of its thousands of locks. A blind French girl and a German boy whose paths collide in occupied France as both try to survive the devastation of World War II. When she is six, Marie-Laure …
Read More »I HAVE DREAM OF YOU SO – Poetry, by Robert Desnos
J’AI TANT REVE DE TOI > J’ai tant rêvé de toi, que tu perds ta réalité. Est-il encore temps d’atteindre ce corps vivant et de baiser sur cette bouche la naissance de la voix qui m’est chère? J’ai tant rêvé de toi que mes bras habitués en étreignant ton ombre à se croiser sur ma poitrine ne se plieraient pas …
Read More »MARIO SIRONI (1885/1961), ITALIAN PAINTER – When art is imbued with drama, while remaining functional creatively to the truth
THE CLASSICISM OF THE TWENTIETH-CENTURY – Mario Sironi: the man who knew rework old models, through the synthesis of the forms
MARIO SIRONI 1/4 – That child will become man devoted to art, it will be a creative arts-oriented units, according to ethical and civil. He was born in May in a special house. In fact, in his family there are architects, artists, musicians. Reading Schopenhauer and Leopardi, but also playing Wagner, even as a child he passionate about the design. …
Read More »WALTZ – Poetry, by Adam Zagajewski
WALTZ They are so bright day, so clear, that the carelessness of white powder covering even the rare slender palm trees. Snakes glide silently in the vineyards, but in the evening the sea becomes darker and the seagulls suspended in the air barely move, punctuation of a higher wrote. On your lips a drop of wine. The limestone mountains on …
Read More »ONE HEARS STILL THE SEA – Poetry, by Salvatore Quasimodo
SI ODE ANCORA IL MARE > Già da più notti si ode ancora il mare, lieve, su e giù, lungo le sabbie lisce. Eco d’una voce chiusa nella mente, che risale dal tempo. Ed anche questo lamento assiduo di gabbiani, forse d’uccelli delle torri, che l’aprile sospinge verso la pianura. Già mi eri vicina tu, con quella voce. Ed io …
Read More »TAKE ME ALONG EMPTY BOULEVARDS – Poetry, Boris Ryžhy
TAKE ME ALONG EMPTY BOULEVARDS Take me along empty boulevards, tell me about some nonsense, vaguely pronounce a name. The street lights mourn the summer. Two lampposts mourn the summer. Rowan bushes. A wet bench. My love, stay with me until dawn, then leave me. Remained like a shadow blurred, I will roam here a while ‘, will remember everything, …
Read More »TAKE ME WITH YOU – Poetry, Attilio Bertolucci
PORTAMI CON TE > Portami con te nel mattino vivace, le reni rotte l’occhio sveglio, appoggiato al tuo fianco di donna che cammina come fa l’amore. Sono gli ultimi giorni dell’inverno a bagnarci le mani, e i camini fumano più del necessario, in una stagione così tiepida. Ma lascia che vadano in malora, economia e sobrietà , si consumino le scorte …
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