Meeting Benches World art in all forms

PRAYER Our baby’s heart, on the sixteen-week scan, was a fluttering bird, held in cupped hands. I thought of St Kevin, hands opened in prayer, and a bird of the hedgerow nesting there, and how he’d borne it, until the young had flown, and I prayed: this new heart must outlive my own. (Kathleen Jamie) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Findings-Kathleen-Jamie/dp/0954221745/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

AS THE MIST LEAVES NO SCAR On the dark green hill, So my body leaves no scar On you, nor ever will. When wind and hawk encounter, What remains to keep? So you and I encounter, Then turn, then fall to sleep. As many nights endure, without a moon or star. So will we endure, when one is gone and …

FANTASY Leave always wandering imagination, the pleasure is always somewhere else, and it melts, only to touch sweet, like the bubbles when rain hits. Let her then wander, her, the winged, for the thought that even in front of it lies. Opens the door to the cage of the mind, and you’ll see, it will launch flying into the sky. …

CLOTHING You take off, we take off, we remove coats, jackets, waistcoats, blouses of wool, cotton, terylene, skirts, pants, socks, underwear, laying, hanging, throwing on backs of chairs, doors screens. For now, he says the doctor, nothing serious; you put on, rest, take a trip, take the case, after lunch, in the evening; come back in three months, six a …

THE ORANGE An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and in my bed, sweet present of the present, freshness of the night, heat of my life. (Jacques Prévert) http://www.amazon.com/Paroles-French-Edition-Jacques-Prevert/dp/2070367622

I am sure that you will have already photographed the Chain Bridge (one of the eight bridges citizens, along with many other beautiful things of Budapest), so I’ll talk about something else, such as shop Pannon Antik – a workshop in the heart of Pest, really rich in memories of the past have not yet been turned off). http://www.budapest.com/travel/tourist_information/information_offices.en.html?sid=4sh33rg3d7u6sciqooplmtnhf2 Do …

FIRES BURN Fires burn in my heart. Do not smoke rises. Nobody knows. (Marichiko)

ROCKING HORSE Back and forth without going anywhere raising a child this is like rocking horse time that you gave to me. (Tawari Machi)

Welcome to Greece, in the charming city of Thessaloniki. The route that we propose the citizen from the arch of Galerius (a piece of Roman history), the tower of Hormisdas (a shade of persia), Aghios Gherorghios (ancient place of worship) and the White Tower (a piece of Venice) . As you see, this was – and remains – a border …