Meeting Benches World art in all forms

THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE When I push the cart around the supermarket, I am the center of the universe; up and down the aisles of beans and juices, I am the center of the universe; I live just is not important; I’m a lover dumped is not important; that swimming in my work as a fish out of water …

The Magic Mountain is a complex portrait of western civilization, during the first decades of the twentieth century. In his narrative, the mix of prose and poetry, makes this novel like a fresco, not of color, but of words, those written in 1924 Thomas Mann. That novel – born since 1912 as a short story – from a brief stay …

POETRY OF FAREWELL     To the east and west the walls of Luoyang, long I salute the passage of time. Before she left the snow that seemed flowers, Now come the flowers that seem to snow. (Fan Yun) http://www.amazon.com/Sunflower-Splendor-Thousand-Chinese-Midland/dp/0253206073

WAITING FOR YOU I lived of waiting for you. My heart slow, was just your steps. (Paul Valery) http://www.amazon.com/Art-Poetry-Bollingen-XLV-Vol/dp/0691018804/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8 http://www.amazon.it/Opere-scelte-Paul-Val%C3%A9ry/dp/8804614021/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1430907348&sr=8-1&keywords=Poesie+Val%C3%A9ry%2C+Paul

WITH EVERY GOODBYE, YOU LEARN With every goodbye you learn. And you learn that love not lean on someone, and the company is not security. And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts, and the gifts are not promises. (Jorge Luis Borges) http://www.amazon.it/Jorge-Luis-Borges-Vita-Poesia/dp/2296020615 http://www.amazon.com/Borges-Selected-Poems-Jorge-Luis/dp/0140587217

SERENADE     Along the banks of the river the night is bathing and on the breasts of Lolita die of love the branches.      Die of love branches. The night naked singing on the bridges of March. Lolita washes her body with brackish water and Nardi.      Die of love the branches. Glitters in high over the rooftops the …

I WANT SEATING NEAR YOU I would sit next to you in silence, but I have not the courage: I’m afraid my heart I go up to my lips. That’s why I speak foolishly and hide my heart behind the words. Taken cruelly my pain for fear you to do the same. My pillow looks at me at night with …

When love enters our life, we are surprised, because that sense of merging with your loved one, makes us understand a seemingly simple thing, and quite unusual: love is the only means at our disposal to break the loneliness, often lurking in some moments of our lives. In some poems, this perception ensured by love is fully expressed, so poignant, …