Hendrik Goltzius, The Sleeping Danaë Being Prepared to Receive Jupiter, 1603 Why are you surprised? Why are you astonished,when my teacher was a dream,and in my anxiety I’m afraidI may wake up again and find myselfonce more in my lockedcell? And even if that doesn’t happen,merely dreaming it might is enough:for in that way I …
Pedro Calderón de la Barca – La vita è sogno / Life is a dream Read More »
Leon Spilliaert, Young woman on a stool, 1909 I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse perhaps to be locked in. Ho pensato a quanto spiacevole sia essere chiusi fuori;e ho pensato a quanto sia peggio essere chiusi dentro. Go back to album – Aphorisms
Eugene Delacroix, The Barque of Dante, 1822 Plebeian urns and royal tombs: go inand do not fear to go, O memory, where the destroyer of the days has beenwith constant step stepping inconstantly.Rummage through all the traces that remain– cold ash and fleshless bones – of the deceased,in spite of all the balms, if pious, vain,expensively …
Marcus Stone, In love, 1888 The last sound of your goodbye,I told him that I knew nothingand that it wasthe time requiredto learn the why of the matter.So, between the stonesI knew that sum is to uniteand subtract that leaves usalone and empty.That the colors reflectthe naive desire of the eye.That solfeggi and the solimplore …
Luis Sepúlveda – La più bella storia d’amore / The most beautiful love story Read More »
Henri Le Sidaner, The gazebo, Gerberoy, 1929 I stepped ashore one May nightin the cool moonshinewhere grass and flowers were greybut the scent green.I glided up the slopein the colour-blind nightwhile white stonessignalled to the moon.A period of timea few minutes longfifty-eight years wide. Sbarcai una notte di maggioin un gelido chiaro di lunadove erba …
Tomas Tranströmer – Pagina di libro notturno / A page of the night-book Read More »
Tintoretto (Jacopo Robusti), Susanna and the Elders, c. 1555 He who, most ungrateful, leaves me, I belove;and he who, devoted, pursues me, I dare leave.Thus, constantly, I adore who makes me grieve;I aggrieve who, ever constant, offers love.When I offer my love, a diamond hardens;and a diamond I am to sweet affection.Great victory I want …
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