Meeting Benches World art in all forms

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

LANGUAGES Many languages are spoken, now, in this world. Soaring words, meet, meet, collide, they create sparks, sometimes hate, sometimes love. Higher the rise of rationality, but without sinking voice, with thoughts fragile and lightweight, bamboo tablets. A woven basket filled with blind poisonous mushrooms, those beasts painted on the rock we trample flowers galoppandoci above, but a head secret …

PAIN IN MY HEART Pain in my heart, she’s treating me cold, where can my baby be Lord no one knows. Pain in my heart just won’t let me sleep, where can my baby be, Lord where can she be. Another day, as again it is though, I want you to come back, come back, come back, baby, ’till I …

From April to November, we are in for a wonderful opportunity to travel (my old emotion), that are here, now, to tell you. I started from the island of Perfumes – near the coast of Madagascar – after a welcome drink, with the direction the archipelago of Mitsio (small islands and atolls, 30 miles north). The larger of those little …