IO NO PUEDO DARTE MAS > Yo no puedo darte más. No soy más que lo que soy. ¡Ay, cómo quisiera ser arena, sol, en estÃo! Que te tendieses descansada a dascansar. Que me dejaras tu cuerpo al marcharte, huella tierna, tibia, inolvidable. Y que contigo se fuese sobre ti, mi beso lento: color, desde la nuca al talón, moreno. …
Read More »MARKUS CSABA, HUNGARIAN-AMERICAN PAINTER – Mortal woman and mythological goddess: the eternal feminine in its many forms
TEXTURES AND INTRICATE DETAILS – The great painting horizon of Markus Csaba
MARKUS CSABA 1/4 – Hungarian born and American artist. He is painter and sculptor. As an artist, he works in the field of printmaking, but his work includes oil painting, drawing, glass art and photography. Traveling – also in the creativity – it does not matter where to go, but very matter that the horizon is great. MARKUS CSABA 2/4 …
Read More »WADERS AND CARETTA CARETTA – Ponta do Ervatao and the encounter with the magic of nature. Boavista Island, Cape Verde
If you want an internet café you can go to Criola Gelateria, or at the Surf Center. I’ll wait at the beach, because the island Boavista offers us the possibility of an incredible hike, towards the Sanctuary of the Turtles. We’ll have to go over Curral Velho, looking the beaches of Praia de Joao Barrosa and Ervatao. Just in that …
Read More »TIME LOVERS – FrantiÅ¡ek HrubÃn Poetry
TIME LOVERS You wrap on the finger straw, there on the finger, where you dreamed a gold ring. I still conversed with the sun, and you already impallidivi in the moon. Behind us, suddenly he began to rustle. And posasti the shadow head, on its leaves. Capello after the hair, it took you. It only for the burning nettles, jealousy …
Read More »HORIZONS OF GLORY – When a bell can save a city: Brno and the Petrov hill
One of the strengths of this city is its compact historical center, almost completely devoid of traffic congestion in our cities. Corner above the old city of Brno, in the south-west we can find the most quiet streets of the whole city. All these roads embrace the Petrov Hill, the one where we’re going, walking for Biskupska. As you see, …
Read More »ONLY YOU – Spanish poetry, by anonimus
SOLO TU > Sólo tú le das brillo y amor a mi corazón. Sólo tú me miras con tanta pureza y belleza interior. Sólo tú llenas de alegrÃa a mi alma. Sólo tú conoces mis secretos, deseos y anhelos. Sólo tú me transmites calor con tus manos. Sólo tú me das fuerzas para seguir viviendo. Sólo tú me hablas con …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – M83 ft HAIM: Holes In The Sky
HOLES IN THE SKY Arms to the ground, far from the rivers. Grace in our tears, high on a fever. Somebody heal me from my pain. I’m reaching closer, my stars have lowered, filling up lost memories. Holes in the sky, pierced by the fire. Somebody tell me this is real. Hands to the sky, I am a dreamer. We …
Read More »LEONORA CARRINGTON (1917/2011), ENGLISH PAINTER – Perception of reality and exploration of her own femininity
THE HYENA AS A SURROGATE FOR HERSELF – Leonora Carrington, the woman that was drawn to this animal’s rebellious spirit
LEONORA CARRINGTON 1/4 – A woman who dies and is born in springtime, experiencing and creating – for almost seventy years – in Mexico. She was born into a wealthy family and moved to France, very young, fitting in the movement of the surrealist painters, where he met Max Ernst, her love, the man who was arrested by the Germans, …
Read More »WALKING TOURS IN ICELAND – Walking in Vesturdalur, facing south, looking Mjoifjordur
A good way to understand Iceland, is to walk. Yes, because it is through contact with the ground, by measuring your strength, you can understand what is a mountain, or a river, a fjord or lake. You could start going up the Vestdalur, around Mount Bjolfur, because this is really an ideal solution to compare yourself with your energy in …
Read More »UNLEASH MEMORIES – Poetry by Yehuda Amichai
UNLEASH MEMORIES These days I think of the wind blowing through your hair, the years that I was in the world before you, and to eternity that before you go to meet, the bullets did not kill me in battle, but they killed my friends, me better because they did not live as well as I do, I think of …
Read More »VOICES IN THE WOODS, BREATH OF THE NIGHT – Inverness, Culloden and the Stones of Clava. Welcome you in the north of Scotland
Where he died the River Ness – in the Moray Firth – you can find the city of Inverness. This city in the north of Scotland, is waiting for you in the third week of August, to give you the show of the popular festival called “Northern Meeting”. Walking down Church Street you can see some ancient building, but I …
Read More »THE BORDER – Poetry, by Ana Blandiana
THE BORDER I am seeking the principle of evil, as a child I tried the margins of the rain. With all ran forces, to find the place where to sit on the ground, and contemplate the one part rain, on the one hand no rain. But always the rain stopped, before they found out the boundaries, and began again, first …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Sia, Elastic Heart feat. Shia LaBeouf & Maddie Ziegler
ELASTIC HEART And another one bites the dust Oh why can I not conquer love And I might have thought that we were one Wanted to fight this war without weapons And I wanted it, I wanted it bad But there were so many red flags Now another one bites the dust Yeah let’s be clear, I’ll trust no one …
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