“Malé Karpaty”, so the Slovaks call it the mountain ridge above the great mountain range of the Great Carpathian. Looking at the southern side of this mountain range, you discover a flourishing viticulture, but also places with castles full of history, along with hiking trails for hiking enthusiasts. When you start from Bratislava, after leaving the beech of Vinohrady behind …
Read More »GREEK EXPERIENCE – Practical information for traveling, while away from the intense heat and from the madding crowd
The cultural and the hedonistic. Inside these two brackets, it is contained the possibility of your first trip to Greece, to fill your memories of geographical beauties, pleasant climate and warm seas, along with the friendliness of the people. You’ll have to choose when to arrive, whereas the high season in the Greek islands (from late June to early September) …
Read More »DAYS IN WHITE – Poesia di Ingeborg Bachmann
DAYS IN WHITE In these days, I get up with birches and on the forehead I restart interlock the strands of wheat, in front of a mirror of ice. Amalgamated to my breath, flakes milk: so early it has easy foam. And where the glass fogged with breath appears, painted by a child finger, yet your name: innocence! After a …
Read More »THE JAPANESE LOVER – Novel by Isabel Allende
A love story, one that fly from San Francisco to Poland, to the story of the concentration camps where Japanese Americans were imprisoned during the Second World War. Reading this novel you will know a woman (Alma, cultured and wealthy), who decides to make the last part of her life in San Francisco, in a residence for seniors. Normality of …
Read More »SOLITUDE LITTLE FEARS THE EMBRACEMENT – Poetry, by Natalia Bondarenko
SOLITUDE LITTLE FEARS THE EMBRACEMENT The solitude fears little the embrace. I am explaining to two hungry blackbirds, behind the window with their beaks holed up in feathers, that loneliness is nothing more than hunger and that (at least for them) the embrace can mean the piece of bread. I have to convince them that Lent is still far away. …
Read More »NIKE – Poetry, by Maria Pawlikoswka
NIKE You are like the Nike of Samothrace in Paris, oh sleepless love: also hurt, with the same fervor you tend arms mutilated, and you fly. (Maria Pazlikoswka)
Read More »NOTHING WILL COME MORE – Poetry by Ingeborg Bachmann
NOTHING WILL COME MORE Nothing will come more. There will be no spring. Millennial almanacs, it predict at all. But even summer and other things bearing the beautiful summer attribute, nothing will come more. You must not cry, says music. No one else said anything. (Ingeborg Bachmann)
Read More »LAYER – Poetry, by Å tefan Strážay
LAYER Love each time whitens the soul like a room. Overlaps the previous one on the other, sull’azzurrino away with tiny flowers, come the field poppies, then the light yellow with roses. And somewhere in a corner all peels off. Petals as you browse the layers of paint, and if I tried to scratch with a fingernail, would shine in …
Read More »LANDSCAPES OF SOUTH MORAVIA – Orchards and vineyards, castles and wish to dream
Walking on the streets and trails of South Moravia, you will have the feeling of walking in Bohemia, in any place filled with Bohemian forests and hills. When you go a little further south, fertile land, orchards and vineyards will give you their welcome, from the city of Brno (place from where to places incredibly charming). Yes, do not forget …
Read More »I BELIEVE – Poetry, by Józef Ignacy Kraszewski
I BELIEVE I believe in the good things and the good, I believe in friendship, I believe in love. In what is above reason, and whose origin in the world do not see, in what it has in its goal. I believe in the inspiration of the poet, I think in every heartbeat. In an eternal life and superior, in …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOME POETRY > SAME OLD LOVE – By Selena Gomez
SAME OLD LOVE Take away your things and go You can’t take back what you said, I know I’ve heard it all before, at least a million times I’m not one to forget, you know I don’t believe, I don’t believe it You left in peace, left me in pieces Too hard to breathe, I’m on my knees Right now, …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOME POETRY > STITCHES – By Shawn Mendes
STITCHES I thought that I’ve been hurt before But no one’s ever left me quite this sore Your words cut deeper than a knife Now I need someone to breathe me back to life Got a feeling that I’m going under But I know that I’ll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on You …
Read More »MAX ERNST (1891/1976), GERMAN PAINTER – The Surrealist of the irrational depths
THE UNPREDICTABLE MYSTERIES OF THE UNCONSCIOUS – Max Ernst, the creative able to give voice and face to the nuances of the invisible psychic
MAX ERNST 1/6 – Maximilien was born in Germany in an April day. He studied philosophy, history of art and psychiatry, but it is starting to draw, he discovered his creative vocation. Already at age 22 he exhibited his first paintings in Berlin, knowing Apollinaire and Delaunay. MAX ERNST 2/6 – A strong advocate of the artistic avant-garde, its onset …
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