I ASK FOR A MOMENT’S INDULGENCE TO SIT BY THY SIDE: Poetry by Rabindranath Tagore
I ASK FOR A MOMENT’S INDULGENCE TO SIT BY THY SIDE I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of …
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COFFEE BREAK: Obviously in Lisbon’s Rossio
An institution, an unwritten law, in my beloved city, is one that concerns the complex rituals of a drink, coffee. A few years ago, I was not going to Marthinho de Arcada, the Terreiro do Paco, because it was full of state officials, obviously in suits, I preferred, instead, the Cafe Brasileiro (full of friends, who like me were dating …
Read More »WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR: Poetry, by Rabindranath Tagore
WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR Where the mind is without fear, and the head is held high. Where knowledge is free. Where the world has not been broken up, into fragments, by narrow domestic walls. Where words come out from the depth of truth. Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection. Where the clear stream …
Read More »RENATO GUTTUSO (1911-1987), ITALIAN PAINTER: landscapes and portraits of a man immensely lover of freedom
YOU ARE UNEXPECTED COMING, TO MY DESIRE: Poetry, by Macedonio Fernandez
YOU ARE UNEXPECTED COMING You are coming to my unexpected desire, you amazed and shocked the imagination inside my mind. I tremble, and deep within, my heart is overwhelmed by worry, stifled by the breath of love waves. You save me, from this shipwreck in mainland please save me, and receive me in your port. (Macedonio Fernandez)
Read More »THE IMMENSE WONDER OF POSTOJNA: Slovenia, in the heart of Europe, for a pleasant stay, but also to visit the most beautiful caves in the world
Are known already by the middle ages, but it is only since 1930 that those caves formed by the river Pivka, donated to us all 8 km of moisture and immense astonishment. Use a small train, 5 km of wonderful looking caves. Velika dvorama cave and the ancient names, up to the Congressional Hall where your train will stop, because …
Read More »DREAMING OF THE ISLAND OF AEGINA: Greece, between pine forests and vineyards, the Temple of Aphaea.
This strip of Greece is famous for its pottery, but if you love the pistachio nuts, you already have two good reasons to come on the island. Romans and Byzantines, Catalans, Venetians and Turks have left something of themselves, but after you have visited the archaeological museum, my advice is to make 7 km. Come to Paleohora, you’ll find what …
Read More »THE NIGHT NOT WANT TO COME: Poetry of Federico Garcia Lorca
THE NIGHT NOT WANT TO COME The night did not want to come, because you do not come and I can not go. But I will go, although a sun scorpions eat me head. But you will come, with his tongue burned by the salt rain. The day will not come, because you do not come and I can not …
Read More »BENEDETTO BONFIGLI (1420/1496) – ITALIAN PAINTER: Teacher of Perugino, its biggest masterpiece remain one series of frescoes at Perugia
DREAMING ON THE EVENING, DO NOT BE AFRAID, I AM: Trilogy poems, by Rainer Maria Rilke
DREAM I think, and I see, or dream a small village, a great peace: inside, a sing of roosters. And the small village is lost in a fall of snow. Within the village, in holiday dress, a little white house. Furtive mentions a blonde head, between the curtains move. I open the door and the hinges, screeching, they ask for …
Read More »DON’T DISMISS YOUR DREAMS BECAUSE DREAMS: Poetry by Pedro Salinas
DON’T DISMISS YOUR DREAMS BECAUSE DREAMS Don’t dismiss your dreams because they are dreams. All dreams can be reality, If the dream does not end. The reality is a dream. If we dream that the stone is stone, This is the stone. What flows in the rivers is not water, is a dream, the crystalline water. Reality dream disguise, and …
Read More »I HELD TIGHT FOR A LONG TIME MY ANGEL: Poetry by Ranier Maria Rilke
I HELD TIGHT FOR A LONG TIME MY ANGEL ” I held tight for a long time my Angel, and he finally sadness spread over him in my arms. He was small, and I’m great: until it was I the compassion, and he’s only a prayer shaking. Only then I restored to him his heavens, fading, left me his most …
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