Meeting Benches World art in all forms

YOU HAD SAID – Poem, by Yukitsuna Sasaki “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. “

The Japanese poetry? All have ancient matrix in “Kojiki”. A history with subsequent irradiation in the collection “Manyoshu” – thousands of compositions – with different poetic forms: “choka”, “sedoka” and “tanka”. The contemporary poet Yuichi Sato, without neglecting the traditional poetry, extends its perceptual horizon, interacting intellectually with all that surrounds him, even with contemporary music. His perception of the …

The slender feet are cold, and the feet are heavy muscled. Feet are similar irreparably vulgar. Starting from here: the feet are big plump and sweet to the touch, the feet are soft and pleasant to the eye pleasing, elegant and feet are refined and beautiful. But the fatness should not depend on meat, softness should not depend on the …

CHERRY BLOSSOM – T.Kikaku: To see the cherry blossoms, led by his mother, reaches the small blind. GROWING – J. Marti: I cultivate a white rose, albeit in adverse season, good for the soul that arises in my hand away. But for one who grabs me by my heart out alive, nor thistle or nettle cultivation: I cultivate a white …

Of course you will have already visited Amsterdam, so I’ll wait in Haarlem – half hour of time – to get to where you can sniff the air of this city that smells appetizing cheese. My name Matthijs, I am Dutch, and I would like to take you somewhere special, but you will need to devote a few days of …

At 72 miles from Aberdeen, you can take the A944 road, turning left shortly after, on the A974. We will meet here, on a hill called Barmekin ofEcht.  http://www.visitgrantown.co.uk/  A special place in the County of Moray, a typical small Scottish town that I need to visit at least once every year. Why? There are – in the world – many …

The Chao Phraya River, the temples of Wat Arun, the Chatuchak Market, but also a walk on the Khao San Road. Are you with me in Thailand, and I offer them my short travel notes, before returning to Europe. Certainly, I’ll bring in Spain something material – which is not difficult, gizonzolando markets of Bangkok – but most precious commodity …

I am here. I am Marco, an Italian just returned from Burma, straddling the Tropic of Cancer. Benches meeting offers me the opportunity to travel a short reviews and comments, and I will offer it. In fact, in my experience as a traveler, this time I came home with two distinct experiences: a material (the memory of the Irrawaddy River …

“How beautiful you are, my friend, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves, behind your veil. Your hair is a flock of goats, that descend from the slopes of Gilead.” Moishe Segal, Mark Zacharovič Šagalov, Marc Chagall. Three identity for a jew Russian born in a summer of 1887, a human naturalizzatosi and died French, in the spring of 1985. …

I go to my loneliness, I come from my loneliness, because to be with me enough for me my thoughts. (L. DE VEGA)       Vado alle mie solitudini, dalle mie solitudini vengo, perché per stare con me mi bastano i miei pensieri. (L. DE VEGA)         Voy a mi soledad, Vengo de mi soledad, porque …

ACCEPTANCE – Heraclitus: You’ll never find the truth, if you are not willing to accept even what you did not expect to find. EXPECTATIONS – G.G. Marquez: He who awaits much can expect little. WAIT – LA Seneca: The biggest obstacle is the expectation of life, which depends on tomorrow but wasted today. JOYOUS WAITING – E. Montale: But wait …

CLEANED CLOTHES – Tibullus: But you come to us, oh alma Peace, keep up the ear, and fill of apples, the womb of your white robe. BAD WORDS – J. Milton: With words coated ornaments of reason, advised ignoble calm, quiet and slothful. DESERT – Tacitus: They make a desert and call it peace. WINDOWS IN THE NIGHT – H. …

LOVE SLEEPING IN BREAST OF THE POET – By Federico García Lorca You can never understand how much I love you, because in myself you sleep and you remains asleep. I will hide in tears, haunted by a voice of penetrating steel. Accordance that shakes together, flesh and star, already pierces my chest pained, and the gloomy words have bitten …

Yes, even the soul has its wounds. This tells us a French neuropsychiatrist – Boris Cyrulnik – the innovator of the circuits invisible of emotions and feelings. Not with poems, and not even with a novel, he takes us on pages full of sense. http://www.amazon.it/Parlare-damore-sullorlo-dellabisso-Cyrulnik/dp/8876848703 Almost as an architect, but without using brick and reinforced concrete, the physician-writer reminds us …

ROOMS ILLUMINATE – P. von Heyse: Endure, is patient quiet. In a time, your room will be full of sun. TRUSTING – J. Thorarensen: Although I fail to see placate the storms of life, moved, I listen to the laughter of my hopes. THE IMPOSSIBLE – M. Kundera: We can write and love, in spite of the impossibility of writing, …