Meeting Benches World art in all forms

  A beautiful bird shows me the light is in his eyes, in plain view. He sings about mistletoe in the middle of the sun. Eyes singers animals and their anger or boredom songs forbade me to get out of this bed I spend my life. Dawn in countries without grace takes the appearance of oblivion. And that emotional woman …

Quiet, today we do not move with the motor home, because we can devote our time to visit the city of Copenhagen. Yes, one day is not enough, but I have highlighted in our Guide Scandinavia missed some things. You choose where to go. Art treasures and an enchanting location have made the Danish capital a beautiful city. You will …

“So here is all I am good at some wind blowing through bamboo chests, pieces of sky to be put on your eyelids and some more hung to your neck. It’s nothing but usual sky, some blue you can see everywhere, still I have put all my craft into it, on top of our whole story. You see, it’s hardly …

“You said you wanted my son! You’re stupid! Water running seething in the river breaks the vortex sound you are my arms. A verse of poetry is straight oscillates in the steam that rises shaking the earth. “ (By Yukitsuna Sasaki)

  “Your eyes are an arbitrary income countries where no one has ever known what it is that a glance nor known the beauty of the eyes, beautiful stones, the drops of water, closets beads. Bare stones, without skeleton, O my statue. The blinding sun holds you place mirror and it seems to obey the evening of powers is that …

“Moi je n’étais rien, mais voilà qu’aujourd’hui. Je suis le gardien du sommeil de ses nuits. Je l’aime à mourir. Vous pouvez détruire tout ce qu’il vous plaira, elle n’aura qu’à ouvrir l’espace de ses bras pour tout reconstruire, pour tout reconstruire. Je l’aime à mourir. Elle a gommé les chiffres des horloges du quartier. Elle a fait de ma …

“I see in the green area indefinitely, whispering infinite body of whispers, languages, languages and green eyes, reflexes and mobility, moisture, sparks of light – how they are separate, I do not have a separate, I’m in an eye, everything is mirages and whispers, light in a dark mirror errs increasingly far into the woods reflection”.

AFTER EARLY MORNING “After the first morning I look for the faint flue language. Again and again I kiss the memory of the waken! waken! The sun and the wings that will mix,, in brown steam morning. What you have given to my thoughts is the opposition of the sting hidden in my flower pounds. What you have given me …

COUPLE – by Tomas Tranströmer   “Shuts off the light, but its white bell jar still gleams an instant, before vanishing altogether as a tablet in a glass of darkness. Then he gets up, and the walls of the hotel they rush into the darkness of the sky. The movements of love are exhausted, and they sleep, but most secret …

Normally, people think of Northern Europe in the same way: a boundless Lapland. In the eyes of those who have visited Scandinavia, imagination leads to the vision of the tundra, reindeer and forests. Error. I am a man born and raised in Norway, I can give you a formal guarantee that my land is rich in many other testimonies, and …