Meeting Benches World art in all forms

WANDERING I GO INTO FIRST SNOW I go astray on the first snow in the heart of lilies forces erupted. The evening went on my way over the candle turquoise of a star. I do not know if there is light or dark, whether in the forest sing the rooster or the wind. Maybe instead of winter fields, swans have …

THE DAWN   You were everything in my destiny, then came the war and the decay, and long, long you never heard anything more. And after many, many years, your voice again troubled me. All night I read your commands, reviving me as from a swoon. I want to go among the people, the crowd, the animation morning. I am …

MEINE KRISLALLKLARE SEELE > Meine kristallklare Seele war je da und dort hauchgetrübt, meine Türme manchmal bewölkt. Pein setzt sich zur Liebe, und ohne Sehnsüchte kann ich nicht lang noch kurz leben. MY CRYSTALLINE SOUL > My crystalline soul, it is sometimes disturbed by a breath, my towers are filled with clouds. The penalty cometh love and I can not …

SANDY SKOGLUND 1/4 – She was born in a fine summer day, and studied art at the University of Iowa and the Sorbonne. Lives and works in New York, expressing her creativity as a photographer. She was interested in dealing with repetitive, process-oriented art production through the techniques of mark-making and photocopying. SANDY SKOGLUND 2/4 – Her first artistic creation …

EVERYWHERE WE GO Everywhere we go, we always come too late what a time we started to find. And in any city we stop, are the houses where it is too late to turn, the gardens where it is too late to spend a moonlit night, and the women that is too late to love, to torment us with their …

LOVE My soul was a dress blue color of the sky. I left on a cliff, at the sea, and naked I came to you, resembling a woman. And as a woman I am sitting at your table and drank a cup of wine, I breathed in the scent by roses. You found me beautiful, that I looked like something …

ONE NIGHT OF WINTER The storm put down his mouth and blows the house to make a sound. Restless sleep, I turn around, I read the text of the storm dormant. But the child’s eyes are wide open in the dark, and the storm moans for him. They both love the lamps swinging. Both are half way from the language. …

http://www.italia.it/en/home.html In the ancient city it is through the so-called Porta Maggiore (but three other doors were carved into the walls). The small medieval town – on top of the slope by Lepine Mountains down to the Pontine Plain – is just over a kilometer from the city walls of the first settlement, founded in 492. C. Cologne Latin America …

MADRIGAL APASIONADO > Quisiera estar en tus labios para apagarme en la nieve de tus dientes. Quisiera estar en tu pecho para en sangre deshacerme. Quisiera en tu cabellera de oro soñar para siempre. Que tu corazón se hiciera tumba del mío doliente. Que mi carne sea tu carne, que mi frente sea tu frente. Quisiera que toda mi alma …

MAP OF THE NEW WORLD: ARCHIPELAGOES At the end of this sentence, rain will begin. At the rain’s edge, a sail. Slowly the sail will lose sight of islands. Into a mist will go the belief in harbors of an entire race. The ten-years war is finished. Helen’s hair, a gray cloud. Troy, a white ashpit by the drizzling sea. …

DOS AMANTES DICHOSOS > Dos amantes dichosos hacen un solo pan, una sola gota de luna en la hierba, dejan andando dos sombras que se reúnen, dejan un solo sol vacío en una cama. De todas las verdades escogieron el día: no se ataron con hilos sino con un aroma, y no despedazaron la paz ni las palabras. La dicha …

LOS INFIMOS CREPUSCOLOS > Amo las cosas que gastadas brillan como si los crepúsculos se hubieran quedado en ellas para siempre ardiendo. Los bordes de las sillas afinados por la devoción clara de los dedos. Los vasos transparentes de servir manantiales destantes. Los pisos sometidos a la sombra. Los trajes deshilados por el aire. Amo su fatigada servidumbre de diamante …

YO NO LO SE DE CIERTO > Yo no lo sé de cierto, pero supongo que una mujer y un hombre un día se quieren, se van quedando solos poco a poco, algo en su corazón les dice que están solos, solos sobre la tierra se penetran, se van matando el uno al otro. Todo se hace en silencio. Como …