Meeting Benches World art in all forms

Imagine a thousand-year history, wrapped in bright flashes of civilization, but also the brutality of so many gray areas. Imagine flipping through hundreds of pages of a book, a writer can create for you real-world scenarios, throbbing stages of the protagonists of the wonderful civilization. Imagine, between those words and those words, to observe and understand the meaning of “chains” …

Yes, it is within the territory of Ancona in the Marche which I invite you to travel with me in the month of November, but not only to taste the wine “Rosso Conero”, but also to visit beautiful places, those that you’ll never forget. Give me your hand, and come along this stretch of the Adriatic coast, to find a …

When I act on you, and you act on me, you are me and I am you, too. The word “ware” which means “I” in the Japanese language is used many times in the sense of “Nanji,” which means “you.” Thus, the concept of community, group, is always considered superior to the concept of the individual. (Yujiro Nakamura) If I …

Good morning, let us embrace. Yes, I’m in shape, your eyes are curious, and I’m dying from the desire to talk to you about our – possible – new destination: Italian island of Sicily, Palermo. I would like you to see the cathedral of that city, architectural splendor illuminating the square, from the year 1184. Not far away, I would like …

A promontory in Central Italy bordering the Maremma. A shrill and precious name, “Argentario”. http://www.turismo.intoscana.it/en/ . A route suspended between forests and medieval castles. I have tried three different ways, to tell you the same thing: come with me, to Feniglia and Capalbio, possibly the first weekend of the month, because I want to take you to Orbetello to see …

That man, in the Netherlands, he thought that the world was his home, but he was deeply convinced that all things of value were defenseless. He, the pessimist in his country was a poet, as well as an innovator of visual arts. Lubertus Jacobus Swaanswijk (in art, Lucebert), was born in Amsterdam in the late summer of 1924, and entered …

Air Namibia, http://www.airnamibia.com/ , South African Airways http://www.staralliance.com/en/about/airlines/south-africa_airlines and Lufhansa http://www.lufthansa.com/online/portal/lh_com/de/homepage, offer you alternative routes of arrival – with or without a stopover, but when you come in sari Namibia, what will happen will be the result of your previous choice: move freely, or entrust (already before your departure), a tour operator. In the second case, Kalahari Namibia Tailor-tours – …

I do not know if you go in one of his many Lodge, but even now remember two things: the nearest super-market is 300 km away, and you never run out of petrol. Namibia is big, really big, a really special place if you want to know how it is done the infinite, or if you want to know the …

The anger and fear, sadness and joy, surprise and anticipation, disgust and acceptance. These are not the ingredients of a cooking recipe, but just as they are preparing the food, their blend produces physiological and mental states. In most humans, these special conditions of the mind and the body, may also be due to external stimuli, such as that resulting …

The veil of hypocrisy has been ripped apart, when she was accused of having committed adultery, considered by her community as the most unpardonable sin. Perhaps, you think that this novel is – like many others – a common history of extramarital love. You are wrong, because the author of the book has been able to offer seemingly ordinary human …

Yes, today I received your small parcel, one containing the book which I had loaned. I have noticed that its pages are full of your presence, so full of phrases highlighted, and also to your clipboard. This what I like, because it shows your interest in what I wanted to share with you. Of course, I am happy to meet …

HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida. PRIVATE JOY Autumn 2013 by Frida “I draw parallel lines on your face tired, I hate you and I love you all the time. Changing mood I toss him your anger, your discontent I can barely stand. – You’re on the balls, you have to …

Born in Langbroek in a spring day in 1905, and died in Leusden 57 years later, in a winter day. This is the horizon of the human experience of a Dutch man, Gerrit Achterberg, who has not resigned to the death of the beloved woman, a poet of the Protestant religion that has left us almost surreal pages where technical …

“The small, naked, looking at the sky, and in his mind astray climbed a question: Where ever the road to heaven? Heaven did not answer, only the stars sparkled, tears in the silent night.” He, a Bengali, in 1913 Nobel Prize for literature, he created schools, hospitals and roads, but also the Visva Bharati University, a special place where art …