Meeting Benches World art in all forms

LIKE A GUST OF WIND “Among our soul and our body, there are many small windows. From there, if they are open, pass the emotions. If you are just narrowed filter, only love can open your all together and suddenly, like a gust of wind. “ (Susanna Tamaro)

NOT FOR A SEASON “I love you for the winter, because leavens life. I love you for the spring, because the wellspring of life. I love you for the summer, because life explodes, I love you for the autumn, because it turns off the life. I love you for life, why are not you for a season. “ (Fran Tarel)

LOVING KINDNESSES “The kindness of the words creates confidence. The kindness of thoughts creates depth. Kindness in giving creates love.” (Lao Tzu)

FLOWERS IN THE WIND – G. Apollinaire: Your eyelids flying like flowers, flying in the wind gone mad. WONDERS VISUAL – R. Barthes: The debunker of our senses, touch. In contrast to the view, which is the most magical. The wonderful visual reasoning suffers the assault of touch. HEAVEN IN YOUR EYES – J. Maragall y Gorina: Lord, if the …

NEWS OF HUNGER     “Are inhabited by hunger. And all they tell me. It is not the fear or doubt, just a rhythm intact, that does not touch the beach with his salt. Hunger is perhaps a slight testament, or this insistence on destroying the house, and renew the stone in a dream. Little is what I remember of …

THREE INCHES OF SKIN “Three inches of skin you have sewn to life, I like a belt. The points also secured rights to, three crosses on Golgotha your meat. Is the wind, to untie me from your hips. Come fire, to burn inside a thunder. Butterfly loose powder on the wall, death today steal the scars. “ (Laura Corraducci)

PAINTING “I know that if I touch with her hand corner of the picture where a yellow blazes I would burn in it or I would have tarnished forever delirium the fingertips. “ (Ferreira Gullar)

MYSTERY ON THE ROAD “It put the light of day on the face of a sleeping man. There came a most vivid dream but did not wake. It settled the darkness on the face of a man on the move, among the people in sunbeams strong and impatient. Suddenly it became dark as to the storm. I was in a …

BEAUTY MASK “With sandalwood powder and turmeric, with yogurt and sour drops of hope watered rose water, I prepare a new face and shining for this new me. With this mask will cut off the past speckled “maybe” yellowish, have penetrated to collect residual waste, spianerò old paths unnecessary and I will remove all traces of faint praise devastating. “ …

WATER DEAD   “This is the ditch water putrid and despair, not a breath of the cool breeze ruffles. Better to throw even rusted iron and copper pieces, and without remorse even the leftovers of the meal. Perhaps the copper pieces they want to become as green as jade, and tin cans embroidering some petal peach blossom; let the anointed …