Meeting Benches World art in all forms

Jane Austen, 42 years of earthly light, a well known English narrator, an immortality of words and emotions, which is not dead in the summer of 1817. He grew up in a home environment culturally vibrant, opening its vast horizon of words in a vast library family. In 1793 she has already completed its “juvenilia”, a collection of her poems, …

CADUCITY – P. Valery: The new is, by definition, part of the ephemeral things. KNOW – G. Morselli: I want to know only what we already know. THE UNLIKELY – B. Akiba: Everything has already been. MUSICALITY – F. Nietzsche: Humanity, has no ear for new music.             ON THE VACUUM – AG Fronzoni: The …

Although I got home, a city dazzling and seductive, as only New York can be, remained inside me. Of course, in so few days I have not seen everything, but I’ll tell you what I imagined flying toward that destination – so attractive and vital to me – for a third time in my life. I can also describe what …

CONTAINERS – GWF Hegel: There is nothing in heaven and on earth, that does not contain the being and nothingness. CRADLES – A. Porta: Cradle of my nothingness, into the nothingness of the cradle, smooth dwelling, without powder nothing. ANYWHERE – Silhana, Indian text: Nothing here, nothing else. Wherever I go, nowhere. The universe itself is nothing. And nothing down …

An Air Canada flight, to get from me, in Montreal. Then, we have to choose how to get to Ville de Québec. Louis, this is my name, and I would like to accompany you in the most beautiful place I’ve seen. But we have to choose between two possibilities of transfer, to arrive in the one city: 40 minutes flight …

Call me Peppe. Really, my name is Giuseppe. Nice to have you among those who read me, and thanks to Meeting Benches, offering to those who want it, the ability to publish something. I’ll tell you – in short – the story of a path suspended above the sea, but you will not forget, accompanying me, that we are walking …

For more than half a century, a piece of blue has turned to the gym, that is, in a certain way of life. I have exactly the same age, and in my years I have seen grow – without realizing it – all the nuances of what clove color, suspended between sky and sea. Nice to meet you, my name …

Pico is in the pages of a new book, one written by Giulio Busi and Raphael Ebgi. Giovanni Pico della Mirandola died in a November day in 1494, at the age of 31 years, but after more than five centuries, for him, is not only his proverbial memory. In his portraits, we can observe a handsome man, in his writings …

An ancient game, with its strict discipline, the game of billiards. Four sides and a soft rectangular field, softly green. Inside it run colored marbles, those that the player hits with an auction – the stick – or throwing with his hands, trying to understand the point to hit. Tic-tac, above the color of grass, the imagination of the possible …

“Whether you want to stop you from me where it is so dark my life and outside the stars hasten and everything is a twinkle, that you know life a center of the movement, makes you and your Love for me, a good spirit.   In my darkness perceive the star so hidden. Love me with your memories the sweet …