Meeting Benches World art in all forms
IACOPO DE BARBARI (1460/1516): A painter and engraver of the Italian Renaissance, even beyond the Alps
PEDRO AMERICO – The Brazilian pupil of Ingres, Flandrin and Vernet
LOVE IMPOSSIBLE: Gustave Flaubert, by “The Sentimental Education”
LOVE IMPOSSIBLE People “down-to-earth” they say that love is madness. In reality, what happens, is that fantasy violently distorted by pleasant images, where each step brings you closer to happiness, is starkly brought back to harsh reality. (Gustave Flaubert)
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GIOVANNI BALDUCCI – Keep shades of classicism century, at the end of the Renaissance
IF HERE, NOW: Poetry by Akiko Yosano
IF HERE, NOW “If here now I think back to the path of my passion, I looked like a blind man. Without fear of the dark.” (Akiko Yosano)
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I GET TO KNOW ME. I DO NOT EXIST: Poetry, by Fernando Pessoa
I GET TO KNOW ME. NOT EXIST “I start to know me. I do not exist. I am the gap between what I want to be and others have done me, Or half of this range, because there is also life … I am so, so … Turn off the light, close the door and sure to have slippers noises …
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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Poetry, from “Romeo and Juliet” Act 3, Scene 2
“When you you will not be part of me, I want to cut out of your memory many small stars. Then it, the sky will be so beautiful, that all the world will fall in love of the night.” (William Shakespeare)
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ALESSO BALDOVINETTI (1425/1499), ITALIAN PAINTER: Follower of Andrea del Castagno and Paolo Uccello, with their same realistic and naturalistic art
I SIT AT MY DESK: Love Poem, by Kennet Rexroth
I SIT AT MY DESK “I sit at my desk. What can I write to you? Sick with love, I long to see you in the flesh. I can only write, “I love you. I love you. I love you. “ Love cuts through my heart And tears my vitals. Spasms of longing suffocate me And will not stop.” (Kennet …
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KIRCHBERG, AUSTRIA: Still one last dip in white, skiing until late spring
Near Kitzbuhel – in western Tyrol – the Austrian Alps offer you particular places, where to ski at 1800 meters high, in the woods of Ehrenbachhöhe, next to the old wooden barns. You should move in a worldly dimension reduced, going to Kirchberg, an alpine village that looks straight out of an old postcard. This small baroque jewel, above a …
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UNITED COLOURS OF WISDOM – Inside the eddies of life, discovering the shape of passion, without moving the grass
HARMONY – A. Blok: Telling those who did not live, play fake and tragic harm. Discover a harmony, in discordant reel being. LOSS – Hakim Sanai: Why did you lose to think about the shape of what is? Why sighs of passion, for what is not? Of these two things, make it one, and swallowed it like honey. Then, netted …
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FRANCESCO UBERTINI (Bacchiacca): The master of color combinations, in Renaissance Florence
ARUNDHATHI SUBRAMANIAM, BREATH: Contemporary Indian Poetry
BREATH “Breath stranger, ancestor, friend that does not leave you anything but that, a brand of air on the skin. Advises that nothing there is respectable, in a set of family, when the doors of the cabinet are closed. Advises that this land wild and naked desire, is simply, or not so simply, body. “ (Arundhathi Subramanian)
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