A BOOK WITHOUT TIME, THE PRINCE: Niccolo Machiavelli, ie profit and virtue, in the hazy boundaries of power
Few books, like this, books remain timeless. Suggestion of writing, combined with the criteria of logic and passion, make it the object and subject of the issues relating to power and success. If you think – reading it – to remain indifferent, you’re wrong. Profit and virtue, together to concerns of power, are a reality that goes beyond the boundaries. …
Read More »CONTEMPORARY POETRY ARGENTINA, RODOLFO ALONSO: Suggestions, in the most intimate memory
CONFABULAR – De Salud o nada “Es la llanura el hijo perfecto los que abrimos la mañana con los dientes viviendo hasta aquí arriba el vino de mano en mano el poema de mano en mano la sangre de mano en mano sí es verdad habría que decirlo a todo el mundo.” CONFABULATE – Health or nothing “It is …
Read More »ANDREA MANTEGNA: The master of the spatial layout, and majestic perspectives that smell Tuscan influences
MEXICO – BREAD, DISH AND SPOON: With Manuel, where the tortilla opens the doors of your stupor
I hope you have already visited Mexico City. If you have something to ask me, we can talk during our excursion to the Bosque de Chapultepec, a place you will never forget. I am Manuel, and I take the opportunity that Meeting Benches offers me, to show the largest park of my nation – 400 acres – along a route …
Read More »ANDREA DEL VERROCCHIO: Painter of the Italian Renaissance. Among his pupils, Leonardo da Vinci, Botticelli and Perugino
WELCOME TO REYKJAVIK: Together with Olaf, to discover the unimaginable
Hello, thanks to the space that gives me Meeting Benches, I can briefly accompany in my city. You will notice something unusual, a feeling also visible in this season: the city (in its way), is able to warm up. What you see is the old city (between Tjorn, Laekjargata, the port and the suburb of Seltjarnarnes). If you want, you …
Read More »CHILEAN CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: Nona Fernandez, Mapocho
A novel – Mapocho – by Nona Fernandez (Municipal Literary Prize, 2003). In it, the author discusses the Fernandez interpretation of the historian’s mission, in the foundation process of the nation. You can discover the places of the ethnic, sexual and political minorities within the national project, and the strategies of resistance employed by these groups. The novel, inverts the …
Read More »THE SOUND OF YOUR LAST GOODBYE: A poem by Luis Sepúlveda
“The last sound of your goodbye, I told him that I knew nothing and that it was the time required to learn the why of the matter. So, between the stones I knew that sum is to unite and subtract that leaves us alone and empty. That the colors reflect the naive desire of the eye. That solfeggi and the …
Read More »ENRY ROUSSEAU: The candor archaic
FRENCH CONTEMPORARY POETRY: Henri Michaux, from “La Nuit Remue”, Council on the pines
“A monotonous noise does not necessarily calm. An auger not calm anyone, except perhaps the foreman. Still, it is among the monotonous noise that you have more chance of finding the calm. What is nice in the sound of the wind blowing on a forest pines, is that this noise has no edges, is round. But it has nothing to …
Read More »SPANISH CONTEMPORARY POETRY: Ángel Guinda, Avid Life
“Tu boca vertical me escupió oblicuo y no ha dejado tu sangre de rodar; más que en la mesa, al volcarse una botella, su dentro se derrama. Y esa sangre no puede coagular sino en mi pecho, en esa bomba músculo que llaman corazón y yo taberna. Bebo mosto de alumbramiento, negro alcohol espejo de tu ausencia. Llevo toda la …
Read More »FERREIRA GULLAR, ALL POETRY: None, vacancies
NAO HÁ VAGAS “O preço do feijão não cabe no poema. O preço do arroz não cabe no poema. Não cabem no poema o gás a luz o telefone a sonegação do leite da carne do açúcar do pão. O funcionário público não cabe no poema com seu salário de fome sua vida fechada em arquivos. Como não cabe no …
Read More »ANDREA DEL CASTAGNO, ITALIAN RENAISSANCE PAINTER: The master of realism gestural, in the shade of Masaccio and Donatello
LANDSCAPES OF THE SOUL: A poem from “Cuando todo calla”, by Hugo Mujica
“Viento y las nubes se deshacen; brisa y blancas se transfiguran. Hay ecos que no son de las palabras son del aliento, no nos repiten, nos convocan a escuchar lo que para decirse nos llama. Hay una hendidura en la palabra hendidura, un desgarro donde cada palabra calla, donde todo callar crea; es lo que en el decir es aliento …
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