Meeting Benches World art in all forms

THE SKY Window without railing, without frames, without glass. An opening and nothing beyond, only amplitude. I do not have to wait for a clear night, nor raise his head to look at the sky. The sky I behind, arm and on the eyelids. The sky around me tightly, and lifts me from below. Even the highest mountains, is not …

HEART OF DARKNESS A novel that fades into a tale, a tale that becomes a novel. Conrad, a writer of Polish origin, accompanies you in the pages of the wild jungle, one that you will see come to life around you, listening to the rustles of it, along with the majesty of its dark mystery that envelops Kurtz, the main …

INFANT HOLY, INFANT LOWLY Infant holy, for His bed a cattle stall. Oxen lowing, little knowing Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Swift are winging angels singing, Nowells ringing, tidings bringing, Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping, vigil till the morning new. Saw the glory, heard the story,tidings of a Gospel true. Thus …

SHADOWS So I thought of you, and I have written so much about you, not to know who you were. In so many rooms I slept, without you by my side, and many are the houses in which I lived, without you. Many are the cities where I met you. There are many things that I need, or lost on …

OUT OF AFRICA Reading this novel, like watching a fresco, you can find the beauty of African nature – and the human soul – but with all its colors, with all its strengths and weaknesses. An autobiographical book, covers the years in which the writer lived on a farm in Kenya with her husband. Flipping through pages that have been …

FORE THE LOVE OF THE TRUTH His characters conceal unsuspected depths, they are questioning the meaning of life, to carry errors and illusions, looking for a paradise on earth, where “the Case” reigns supreme. Leafing through the pages of the novel, you shall know Theodor (the only framer intellectual Sweden), reading that, to him – who lives in a lonely …

CERTAIN THAT HURTS Of course it hurts when buds open. Why otherwise should hesitate spring? Why should our whole burning nostalgia, be it related to pale and bitter frost? Yet the bud was casing all winter. What’s new, now, that affects and press? Of course it hurts when buds open, hurt that grows, and what it contains. Of course it …

I AM NOT A WOMAN   I’m not a woman. I’m a neutral thing. I am a child, a pageboy and a bold decision, am a ray of sunshine laughing scarlet. I am a fishing net for all the voracious fish, I am a glass in honor of all women, I am a step towards the case and ruin, am …

THE SWAN OF TUONELA A segment for a 1940 film, Fantasia. A piece used as introductory music to the BBC radio production of Lost Horizon. The Swan of Tuonela, it is an 1895 tone poem (part of the Lemminkäinen Suite). The music paints a gossamer image of an animal – a swan – swimming around Tuonela, the island of the …

HUNGER In a time when the city had a different name, a writer lives his difficult life experience. Christiania (the current Oslo), is the city where the man is dominated by a sky full of illusions and hopes, hunger and delusions. In the streets of that city, a woman crosses his own destiny with that of the writer without readers, …

TRACKS Death does not put me more afraid. They get so many comrades continually. I will find the way following quietly their fresh tracks. (Henrik Ibsen) http://www.amazon.com/Ibsens-Poems-Henrik-Ibsen/dp/8200074552