Meeting Benches World art in all forms

FRESH WILD – A. Akhmatova: And with wild freshness, with force, I blew into the face of happiness. MOMENTS OF LIFE – C. Guerzoni: I hold in the hollow of his hand, as firefly afraid, this moment of life, escaped the rational calculation of time. NOISE – R. Radiguet: Happiness, I recognized only at the sound made when you left. …

She are not Susie Wong, but the peculiarity of the routes that she offers us is an incredible charm. The editors of the Meeting Benches is extremely grateful for the contribution that publishing this woman of China (Hong Kong provides our readers. For friends who want to contribute: info@meetingbenches.com An evening cruise of at least four hours, with Susie – …

GRAINS OF MILE – On Shih: You and I are like two short-lived, in the midst of the universe. Two grains of millet in the ocean. Great pain is that life is so short. I’d like to hold on to one of the immortals, and go with him. I want to embrace the moon, to stare into eternity. STRANGE FLIGHT …

The entire editorial staff of the Meeting Benches read – several times – what a contributor Vietnamese sent us. Only then, each of us has understood the underlying message, the steps that they did not have words. Yes, from Ho Chi Minh City has survived the value of tenacity, and from Saigon, the smell of pragmatism. Thank Nguyen. For friends …

BEATITUDES – H. Vaughan: Happy those early days, when only a mile or two, I had moved away from first love. Looking back, from so far away, still I grabbed a flash of his bright face. ARCHI – V. Cardarelli: So childhood is tumbling over the world, and the essay is but a child who complains of being grown up. …

SIGHS – Anonymous Berber: My breath is like the sound of the skin taut, the rebec in the hand of the player. The fragrance of my dear love, like amber in the hands of the merchant. BOUNDARIES – M. Grillardi: I listened to the beautiful sound of your voice irradiated silver. I longed for the delicate line that marks the …

Narissara (smart woman, in her language), introduces us to her country, Thailand. To her choice, she chose not to accompany the readers of Meetings Benches in the collective imagination that brings together all the tourists – especially those in the West – telling the places that always in the tenderness of a morning or in the wonder of a sunset, …

ROOTS OF HEAVENLY – Li-chi, the Chinese text: All things have their roots in the sky. The man is rooted in his ancestors. JOYFUL DANCE – R. Carrieri: We find ourselves in the ancestors, as slaves of a dance. We repeat the arrogance, and a joy with no hope. INDELIBLY OBLIVION – T. Hardy: I’m the face of the family. …

After the paradise of Florida, we have received a number of editorial contributions from Asia. Among them, Meeting Benches chose that of a woman, because the entire staff has closely seen the extraordinary simplicity and freshness of the style of Nargis (who also sent us a picture of her). Looking at your beautiful eyes blacks, we enter in your travel …

SHINE – O. Elitis: She is not increased by the king alone. A girl shining like a shell, bringing the wind coming down in a basket. FLARE – C. Sbarbaro: There was the woman, the day would not dawn; star would not, or dew at night; no water or threads of the grass land. Without the sky on his head, …