MELANCOLIA > Hermano, tú que tienes la luz, dime la mÃa. Soy como un ciego. Voy sin rumbo y ando a tientas. Voy bajo tempestades y tormentas, ciego de sueño y loco de armonÃa. Ése es mi mal. Soñar. La poesÃa es la camisa férrea de mil puntas cruentas que llevo sobre el alma. Las espinas sangrientas dejan caer las …
Read More »SHADOWS – Poetry, by Henrik Nordbrandt
SHADOWS So I thought of you, and I’ve written so much about you, not to know who you were. In so many rooms I slept, without you by my side, and many are houses in which I lived, without you. Many are the cities where I met you. There are many things I have run out, or lost due to …
Read More »HERBERT MARSHALL – Poetry, by Edgar Lee Masters
HERBERT MARSHALL All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of me, sprang from your delusion that it was wantonness of spirit and contempt of your soul’s rights, which made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you. You really grew to hate me for love of me, because I was your soul’s happiness, formed and tempered to solve your life for you, …
Read More »DEDICATION – Poetry, by Anna Akhmatova
DEDICATION Ahead of this punishment bend the mountains, not flows the great river, but balances the prison locks, behind them “the dens of life imprisonment”, and with anguish. For someone breathes fresh wind, for someone yearns sunset, we do not know, we are the same everywhere, we hear hateful screeching of keys, and heavy steps of soldiers. It rose like …
Read More »THE EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD – White on blue, wood and water: trip to Petrozavodsk in Russian Karelia
http://www.visitrussia.org.uk/ This is a land full of clear blue lakes and rushing rivers, with stunning waterfalls and typical monuments of the Russian north. Welcome to Karelia, Petrozavodsk, on the shore of Lake Onega (300 km north-east of St. Petersburg). “Peter’s Factory” is the meaning of the name of this city, where you can admire some beautiful wooden houses, not miss …
Read More »THE ABBEY OF MONTECASSINO, ITALY – Ora et Labora. Ancient portals and drugs documents, alongside Polish soldiers
http://www.italia.it/en/home.html Where in the ancient temple of Apollo, in the year 529 came a monaco – St. Benedict – who founded an oratory, writing his “Rule” (famous for its motto: “ora et labora”). Over the centuries, the monks have really worked and prayed so much, transforming the abbey in place of collection and cataloging of ancient documents. During the last …
Read More »BLACK WINGS AND PINK PAWS, BETWEEN OLD MEMORIES – Welcome to the island of Kos, Greece
http://www.visitgreece.gr/ The second largest island in the Dodecanese, with a pleasant climate and a fertile land. As early as 3000 BC many people coming here (where the Romans and the Knights of St. John, Turks, Italians and Germans arrived), and where are you now, in the island of Kos, in Greece, a land strewn with a multitude of archaeological sites …
Read More »LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA (1836/1912), DUTCH/ENGLISH PAINTER – Painting with deepest feeling the strongest spirit of romance
CHEERFUL LOVER OF WINE AND WOMEN, PARTIES AND PAINTING – The extraordinary life of an painter: Laweence Alma-Tadema
LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA 1/4 – Dutch born and die English, this is the geographic frame of a painter from the Victorian era. He entered the Royal Academy of Antwerp in Belgium, becaming assistant to the painter and professor Jan de Taeye, whose courses in history. Inside its Merovingian themes you can observe the artist moving by the deepest feeling and the …
Read More »LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT – Poetry, of WisÅ‚awa Szymborska
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT > They’re both convinced that a sudden feeling united them. It’s beautiful that a certainty, but uncertainty is more beautiful. Not knowing themselves, they believe that it never happened between them. But they think the streets, staircases, hallways where long ago they could interbreed? I would ask them, if they do not remember, once a face …
Read More »SONG OF LOVE – Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
SONG OF LOVE > And how I will detain my soul, because your not just reach? As I will rise to other spheres, where you most is not? Oh, I would hide it in something, that go missing in the dark alone, in an unknown and silent corner, that does not vibrate more when the rivibrano your depth! But everything …
Read More »SATURDAYS – Poetry, by Jorge Luis Borges
SATURDAYS > Out there there’s a sunset, dark gem set in time, and a deep blind city of men who did not see you. The night is silent or sings. Someone free longings crucifixes in a plane. Still, the large your beauty. Even when you do not love, your beauty lavishes his miracle in time. It is in you the …
Read More »BLUE TREE – Poetry by Joumana Haddad
BLUE TREE > When your eyes meet my solitude, silence becomes the fruit, and the storm sleep. Half close doors forbidden, and the water learns to suffer. When my solitude meets your eyes, salt and desire spreads, sometimes insolent tidal wave that runs endlessly, nectar dripping drop by drop, most fiery nectar that a torment, start that never fulfills. When …
Read More »A MAP OF EUROPE – Poetry by Derek Walcott
A MAP OF EUROPE > As the idea of Leonardo, where gape passages on water droplets, or the dragons lie down in spots, my crumbling wall, into the air clear draw, in the mood of the vein, a map of Europe. On the sill painting, golden rim of a can shines as along a lake of Canaletto in the evening, …
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