Meeting Benches World art in all forms

HOW COULD I: “How could I hold it in me, my soul, that your material does not touch; as you remove it over, ad infinitum? I could hide it in a remote corner in the darkness; a stranger quiet refuge, which is not followed to vibrate if it vibrates your deep. But everything that touches us, you and me, together, …

NIGHT THOUGHTS – Li Bai In front of my bed the moon illuminates the earth As reflections of frost. I look up to the shining moon, then bowed his head: my land is far away.   MOORING AT NIGHT BRIDGE MAPLE – Zhang Ji The moon sets, ice crystals fill the sky, cry of a crow. In the river a …

A lone Vespa enthusiast, off Ocean Green Western Slovakia, has lost any reference point and can not find the way to Gabcikovo. Lost in the banks of the Danube, he experiences the special character of that expanse of grass, hay and water that surrounds it, but it changes its perceptions, visual and emotional, which are beyond its control. Start a …

“Love or blood? Throughout the spring peony is in this that haunts me. Night falls, I’m alone, alone without a poem.” Her name is Akiko and was born in a winter day in 1878, giving us by her death – in the spring of 1942 – the indelible charm of its tanka poems, where the five lines formed syllables (5, …

“I get lost if I encounter, I doubt if I find, I do not have if I got it. As if I walk, I sleep, but I’m awake. As if asleep, I wake up, and I do not belong. At the end of life is in itself a great insomnia and there’s a shiny rude awakening in everything we think …

Song of autumn at midnight (Anonymous) “The autumn wind coming through windows The silk curtains come agitated by the breath moves. I raise my head and look at the moon that shines, And I feel joy for the rays that come from thousands of them.”   What’s in the mountains? (Tao Hongjing) “What’s in the mountains? Over the mountains there …

Flying in the sky you can only imagine fairy-tale happy with downcast eyes looking at clouds and landscapes, along with the memory of the great passions of your life. The ultimate experience of this kind, was the one that I tried on my last flight from Ponta Delgada – Azores Islands – Canada. During the trip I made ​​friends with …

38 ° 33’16 .61” N, 28 ° 26’28 .62” W, these are the geographical coordinates of the Cachorro small airport on the island of Pico in the central part of the archipelago of the Azores. Today I wanted to devote my time to discover this land where reigns a sovereign particular, its volcano, 2,300 meters high. You know me, and …

As I promised, here is a brief summary of the possibility of buying a house in Sardinia. This time, I want to express my personal opinions among the various options, letting you curious to imagine what you want, on the beautiful island nestled in the center of the western Mediterranean Sea. I also added the ability to purchase a timeshare …

Thoughts on a quiet night “Before the bed a bright moonbeam on earth seems to be frost shine. He raises his head looking at the bright moon, he bends his head thinking about the native country.” He speaks of daily life in a poetic way, and sometimes with many words. Whatever the emotion of the moment, a monastery or the …

Writes with brushes. Yes, she was a special woman, but also extremely unlucky, a Mexican woman-painter who lived boldly and had many physical problems – even few days before her death – she had screamed inside one of her paintings, with the complexity of the colors, her “live life.” The century of Frida Kahlo, what is behind us, has experienced …

“Dead crying … In the great days of the tomb, As I stand in birch Izach and in mourning, Which one wears me about life, after you! Bones on the widely whiten, Ghosts of August have carried Wichrowa zaweieja, Wounded eagle upon me croak, Dead crying. Crying past and the people and things, Cry pennants with the siege of Vienna, …

I hope you received my package of yellow and blue, the one that I have shipped with the Italian Post Office, before our departure from Sardinia. As you know, our Vespa 300ie was not able to hold our memories of the wonderful holiday that we have lived together on the island surrounded by blue. Inside the box, you have found …

If I have to summarize in one sentence what I feel inside myself, on this island, I have no difficulty in doing so: it is impossible not to be deeply impressed by the gentleness of Madeira (and I am not referring only to its perennial spring). Today I chose to visit the southern coast of the island –http://portugal.rentalcargroup.com/Funchal_Downtown.htm – using …

Hello. I am writing today because I could not do it last night. Last night, I was in fact quite tired after my visit to the rich island of Porto Santo, located 50 km north-east of the island of Madeira – 33 ° 03’N 16 ° 21’W – where I arrived at the Port de Abrigo, starting early in the …