BETWEEN MY FINGERS I HELD A JEWEL Between my fingers I held a jewel, When I slept. The day was warm, It was tedious wind and I said, will last. I did cry when I wake up unsuspecting fingers, the gem was gone. Now just a memory of amethyst to me remains. (Emily Dickinson)
Read More »FOLLOW THE LOVE: Poetry, by Kahlil Gibran
FOLLOW THE LOVE Love doesn’t give anything except himself and misses nothing if not by himself. Love does not possess, neither would be owned for love is sufficient to love. (Kahlil Gibran)
Read More »FOR MY HEART: Poetry by Pablo Neruda
FOR MY HEART For my heart just your chest, for your freedom with my wings. Out of my mouth will come up in the sky What was dormant on your soul. It’s in you the illusion each day. You like the dew on petals. Excavations on the horizon with your absence. Eternally fleeing as the wave. I said that in …
Read More »MARSHALL PHILIP BARON (1934–1977), XXth-CENTURY PAINTER: The colors of Africa, almost like musical nuances
TIMELESS BOOKS: Ernst Junger, The powder clock
http://www.amazon.com/libro-dellorologio-polvere-Ernst-J%C3%BCnger/dp/8845910997 Imagine capturing time, leaving scroll inside a clock to dust all the events and emotions. Imagine that this scan has a time dimension that you decided, and that within that space you have the chance to see sediment invisibility of what life had denied you. In the pages of the book, like a starry sky made of paper, observe …
Read More »I ASKED YOU – Poetry, by Hermann Hesse
I ASKED YOU I asked you because your eyes dwell in my as a star of the sky in a dark tidal surge. I’ve looked for a long time how wise a bimbo with the look, you told me then, with kindness: I love you, because you’re so sad. (Hermann Hesse)
Read More »SOUTHEAST OF ANDRITSENA, GREECE: The wonder of Basse
Soars to a height of 1130 meters, in a wonderful position in the southern slope of Mount Likeon. To me-that I know always-it remains the most beautiful temple of Greece. If your journey in my homeland is coming don’t forget the Temple of Basse. It was erected in honor of Apollo, but that Doric hexastyle periptero has (for us all) …
Read More »DOMENICO VENEZIANO (1410/1461), ITALIAN RENAISSANCE PAINTER: The colors of light, between Venice and Florence
WELCOME TO THE INN OF DREAMS: Othoni Island Greece
If every day you get to advise the best places where to spend an unforgettable time, tuffandoti in a crystalline sea and teeming with fish, if you want to make yourself accompany in the most beautiful bays of the island (but also decide the menu that you expect to return a day of the sea), back with me at the …
Read More »MOUNT ATHOS, GREECE: A thin isthmus, not only geographically
In the easternmost of the three peninsulas Calcidiche, including famous Byzantine monasteries, you can find a piece of particular Greece, where democracy seems to doze. Even now, I can tell you that – visiting this place so special – you’ll face two labors: a physical, the other mental. The beauty and integrity of the area, will be your reward. To …
Read More »CASTLES OF SLOVAKIA: Eleven legendary shades around Trencin
Trencin Caste is one of the largest castles in Slovakia. A legend tells the story of the castle well, called The Well of Love, dug by a Turkish soldier, in order ti free his beloved fatima from captivity. Beckov Castle. One legend says the built of the castle for an jester Becko, another about an Becko’s executed people by throwing …
Read More »THE FUTURE: Poetry, by Guillaume Apollinaire
THE FUTURE “We raise the straw We look at the snow We write letters expect orders. We smoke a pipe thinking about love The gabions are there We look at the pink. The source he has not withered Neither the straw gold has faded We look at the bee And we do not think about Tomorrow. Let us hands What …
Read More »TIMELESS BOOKS: Marital peace, by Honore de Balzac
A nice sketch, a tip given to the wives to be lenient towards their husbands. The story develops in the space of an hour, turning around four characters. In Paris, during a dance in the Napoleonic era, the intrigue comes from the curiosity of a young and frivolous legal adviser, to a pretty unknown. She is sitting alone in a …
Read More »WHERE ENDS THE RAINBOW: Poetry by Richard Rive
WHERE ENDS THE RAINBOW – “Where ends the Rainbow there will be a place, brother, where the world can sing songs of all sorts. We will sing together, black and white brothers, a song. And a hand full of sadness. Don’t know why difficult to learn. but we will learn together there is a reason that both black, there is a …
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