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“I Am Vertical, but I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil, sucking up minerals and motherly love, so that each March I may gleam into leaf, nor am I the beauty of a garden bed. Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, unknowing I must soon unpetal. Compared with me, …

It was a day in late July of 1890, the small town of Auvers-sur-Oise was dozing, but the noise of the firing of a gun had broken the peace, along with the life of a painter who loved the vineyards and the thatched roofs of the old houses. The fields of wheat that he has painted, they are still in …

Now, she is waiting for us under two elms in Sussex. Before visiting the Monk’s House of Virginia Wolf, we must remain a little next to those trees, because it is from that roots that she lives every year. They remind us of the happiness of a daughter  much loved, the sadness of a girl raped, but also the celebrity …

His shadow is everywhere, even though no one of his works remained in this city. Still, he remained in the Camargue for 15 months, giving to the joy of our eyes the colors of 300 paintings. http://www.arlestourisme.com/  . Of course, stay in the city of Arles, Vincent Van Gogh had given to creative inspiration, a passion for art bathed in …

“I closed my window because I do not want to hear the crying, but behind the gray walls that crying is heard no more. There are very few angels that sing, a few barking dogs; one thousand violins come in the palm of my hand. But the weeping is an immense dog, crying is an immense angel, the weeping is …

“A lover is his backyard, the one where he hangs his heart, because he wants to win the favor of all. Having him for anybody, to hand the flame, until he is the dog house, he strives to please.” Naive and flirtatious with Moliere and Marivaux, the seductive woman also well had known and interpreted the roles offered to her …

“And here we leave as we came | goodbye brother sea | I harbor a bit ‘of your gravel | a bit’ of your salt blue | a bit ‘of your infinity | and a little bit of your light | and misery. | We’ve been able to say a lot of things | on your destiny sea | here …

She only had time to condense herself in 18 years of his life, but what they gave us – written in French, and in rhyming couplets or alternate – is her immense love for the things written. Julia had done his studies at the Sorbonne in Paris, attending the Faculty of Philosophy and Letters, but by the age of 5 …

“I do not expect anything. I fear nothing. I am free.” If you want to know where to find this phrase engraved, you have to go in the island of Crete. If you are also curious about the author, you can read me here, where I will talk you about two books – from which two film are born – …

“Sir, please do not tell me that, when you go away, love denied me crying because seeing me already extinguished the fire, the water had no place to temper it somewhat; indeed say that was pretty much at that point the ardor that made dry mood; and I could not show my worth with the bitter tears, so that my …

À MADAME X:  EN LUI ENVOYANT UNE PENSÉE Au temps où vous m’aimiez (bien sûr ?), Vous m’envoyâtes, fraîche éclose, Une chère petite rose, Frais emblème, message pur.   Elle disait en son langage Les « serments du premier amour » : Votre cœur à moi pour toujours Et toutes les choses d’usage.   Trois ans sont passés. Nous voilà …

I BELIEVE, THROUGH A WHISPERING This is languorous ecstasy, This is the love fatigue, This is all the thrills of wood Among the embrace breezes, This is, to the gray branches, The chorus of little voices. O frail and fresh murmur! This twitters and whispers, It looks like the soft cry The rough grass expires … You say under water …

Rungsted, Denmark, 1885, is the place where he was born a girl named Karen Christentze. A family wealthy and happy, a beautiful country house a few miles from Copenhagen. This is the scenario where a ten year old girl loses a slice of his serenity, after the suicide of his father. The dual wealth – talking about a human being …

TRIUMPH OF BACCHUS AND ARIADNE   How beautiful is youth, who flees though! Who wants to be happy, either : tomorrow there is no certainty . This is Bacchus and Ariadne is this , beautiful , and the other is one of the burning : because time is running out and deceives , together they are always happy. These nymphs …