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. …Read More »
IN THE BAY OF PERFUME, HONK KONG: Susie Wang left her charm, in this corner of China, including islands and secluded temples scented
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: firstname.lastname@example.org An evening cruise of at least four hours, with Susie – …Read More »
UNITED COLORS OF ETERNITY – Grains of sand and flight of souls, out of time, including dizziness indefatigable mirrors.
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 …Read More »
FROM SAIGON TO HO CHI MINH: From kites to cycle taxis, in the charm of a pagoda and the mystery of the Cu Chi tunnels
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 …Read More »
UNITED COLOURS OF AGE – They tumble blessed days, and passing, the years coming to rot.
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. …Read More »
UNITED COLORS OF THE EROS: Amber fragrant scent of honey bees. Smile back, I’m grass and your eyelashes are arrows over
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 …Read More »
TENDERNESS OF A MORNING AND THE WONDER OF A SUNSET: With Narissara, Thailand, visiting with new eyes what a travel catalog does not know.
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, …Read More »
UNITED COLORS OF THE PAST: With bright or dark horror joy, dancing in the grass seeds made of flesh
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. …Read More »
“PYAN DOR MAI.” SEE YOU IN YANGON: Four pagodas, the National Museum and Bogyoke Market. Welcome to Burma
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 …Read More »
UNITED COLORS OF WOMEN: Shell shiny distant regions. Riva enchanted, where the bees buzzing among red apples
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, …Read More »