Breaking News

THE EXPERIENCE OF HAIZI: lean, like a swan over the landscape night waiting for the warmth of spring flowers

Autumn: “Use our skeletons, absurdly laid across the ground Write in the sandy beach: youth. Then carry the senile father upon your back Endless daytime      the direction broken off Animal dread is filling our poetry And whose voice can reach the autumn midnight – a lasting discord Conceal our skeletons, absurdly laid across the ground – Autumn’s already coming. Not …

Read More »

THE CHINESE MAN WITH A BIBLE, HEYERDHAL, THOREAU AND CONRAD: Love meditative deeper, the romantic plot between East and West

A Chinese extremely sensitive to the polarization of love and death, a human being skilled in return – in the short parable of his life – the right value to the nature that surrounds him. This is our unforgettable Haizi, the man who just a handful of years ago he filled for us the pages of books of poetry, drawing …

Read More »

THE CHINESE MAN LOOKING THE MOUNTAIN: Moving between the nine-headed birds and princesses, dragons and caverns impossible, holding a flask of pumpkin

There was once a king and a queen who had a beautiful daughter. One day the girl was walking in the garden when a strong storm broke out that led her away with him. The storm was caused by the bird with nine heads. The king proclaimed that whosoever brought his daughter should have her in marriage. A young farmer …

Read More »

CHINESE DEPTHS: Looking at the relationship between man and nature, pruning magnolia trees and soft watercolor painting, along with the children, waiting for the autumn

PRUNING TREES – Po Chu-I “Before my window grow trees; tall trees and dense foliage grows. Sad, alas, the distant view of the mountains: obscured, between them, can be seen just One morning I took a knife and hatchet; with my own hands cut the flourishing branches. Myriads of leaves fall around me in the head, thousands of mountains appear …

Read More »

RAINER MARIA RILKE: To be loved is to pass, but love is last

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, …

Read More »

NOCTURNAL OF CHINA: Where the ice crystals fill the sky, begging you to not wait to take a stem blight

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 …

Read More »

GREEK EXPERIENCE: Not only olive oil and wine, goats and honey, but also the charm of its light, able to paint the immense laughter of all the waves

Remember our Greek Islands? I hope so, for two reasons, those who have remained in my memory. I remember well their general characteristics, but also the unique and unrepeatable expression of light that each of them gave off. All together, those islands in the archipelagos clotted into the deep blue of the Mediterranean Sea east years they created an awareness …

Read More »

THE LOCKS OF GABCIKOVO: The Ocean’s Green West Slovakia, where seven-tenths of what you are, can you find the three-tenths of what you’re looking for

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 …

Read More »

THE NIGHT OF AKIKO YOSANO: A whole spring enclosed inside a peony, observing the body where it remains something of yesterday

“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, …

Read More »

WITH ROAD 502, TO THE CAVES OF Driny: In the heart of the Little Carpathians, noting the “Petrified Bride” next to stalactites and stalagmites.

Hello. Looking through my travel books, I found one that speaks of Western Slovakia, and a place not far from Bratislava, the caves of Driny – 2 km south-west from Smolenice – accessible by road 502, in about an hour travel from what the Slovaks call “small big city”. I also found some photographs, and it is with these images …

Read More »