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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Gino Paoli: The sky in a room
When you’re here with me, this room has no walls but trees, infinite trees. When you’re here with me, this purple ceiling, no, no longer exists. I see the sky above us, that we stay here, abandoned, as if, if there was nothing left, nothing left in the world. Harmonious sounds, like an organ that vibrates for you and for …
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FAREWELL – Poetry by Nazim Hikmet
The man says to the woman I love, and as if I hold in my palm heart, like broken glass, which I bloodied the fingers, when he broke madly. The man says to the woman I love, and as with the depth of kilometers, with the immensity of kilometers, one hundred percent, a thousand percent, one hundred times the infinitely …
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VARIATIONS OF HUMAN FACE: Observe intuitively a painted face, capturing the inner sensory structure
A MEDITERRANEAN COCKTAIL: Houses of limestone and tuff, history and charm. Yes, you are in the Isle of Capri, Italy
White houses, made with limestone and tuff. Roof terraces, filled with pergolas and times. Many ways very twisty and 2500 years of history. Welcome to Capri, a cocktail really true Mediterranean. Maybe even you will go in the Piazza Umberto I, to enjoy a coffee, watching the view of Marina Grande. Of course, a walk to the Certosa di San …
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RENE’ MAGRITTE (1898/1967), BELGIAN PAINTER – The surrealist artist, the man able to made works in special way,challenging observers’ preconditioned perceptions of reality
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Georges Brassens: Les amoureux des bancs publics
Les gens qui voient de travers, pensent que les bancs verts qu’on voit sur les trottoirs, sont faits pour les impotents ou les ventripotents, mais c’est une absurdité. Car à la vérité, ils sont là c’est notoire, pour accueillir quelque temps les amours débutants. Les amoureux qui s’bécott’nt sur les bancs publics, en s’fouttant pas mal du regard oblique des …
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JACKSON POLLOCK (1912/1956), AMERICAN PAINTER: The painting moving in the canvases of his Abstract Expressionism
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Jacques Brel: Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas. Il faut oublier, tout peut s’oublier qui s’enfuit déjà. Oublier le temps des malentendus, et le temps perdu. A savoir comment, oublier ces heures qui tuaient parfois. A coups de pourquoi, le cœur du bonheur. Ne me quitte pas. Moi je t’offrirai des perles de pluie, venues de pays ou il ne pleut pas. Je creuserai …
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SALVADOR DALI’ (1904/1989), SPANISH PAINTER: The skilled surrealist who knew the nuances of emotional memory
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Francis Cabrel: I have loved you, I love you and I will love you
My naked child on the pebbles, the wind in your hair defeats, like a spring on my way. A diamond of a cabinet fell, only the light could unpack our secret hideouts. O took my fingers on your wrist. I have loved you, I love you and I will love you. Whatever you do, love is everywhere you look. In …
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JOHN PUGH, AMERICAN PAINTER: A three-dimensional illusion fiction, created with large trompe l’oeil wall murals
DROPS OF DARKNESS – Painters of the night. From cherry blossoms fall images. So, in the gray dawn, stars detach from the sky
UNITED COLORS OF THE NIGHT: Falling petals, light food for poppies
DROPS OF DARKNESS – Akiko Yosano: From cherry blossoms fall. So, in the gray dawn, stars detach from the sky. EMBRACING EACH OTHER AT NIGHT – M. de Unamuno: Open your arms to the night, which is black, and very beautiful. The sun of life has it looked, with its eyes of fire. The sun made the black night, and …
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