Pascal Campion, The day gravity stopped working, 2016 I go… you go… we go… Still, don’t ask where, they would lie to you: nobody knows. Going is extraordinary. I go… you go… we go… because happiness is nothing but going in a blinded world. (Transl. by D. Foglia) Io vo… tu vai… si va… Ma …
Renè Magritte, The great century, 1954 Have you seen him tonight? I’ve seen him. Did you see him last night? I saw him, I see him every night. Does he look at you? He doesn’t look sideways, he only looks over there, over there, where the sky begins and the earth ends, in the line …
Aldo Palazzeschi – Lo sconosciuto / The stranger Read More »
Giacomo Mantegazza, Lovers and chaperone meeting on the Venetian canal, 1900 Salisci, mia Diana, salisci, salisci codesto scalino, salisci, non vedi è bassino, bassino, bassino, salisci… Do you know this poem in English? Please contact me Go back to album – Aldo Palazzeschi
Sir Edward John Poynter, Horae Serenae, 1894 Oh! Bel prato fiorito! Dai più dolci colori colorato! Da tutti peschi in fiore cosparso, contornato; roseo dolce colore! Cascano a poco a poco i fiori sul tuo tappeto, sul tuo verde tenero, rinascente prato! Verde tenero, rosei fiori dappertutto, colla massima abondanza! È questa l’antistanza del Paradiso, …
Ditz, Playing cards, c. 2000 At the foot of the slope among the tall cypress, there is a small meadow. There in that shade are three old women playing dice. They never raise their heads for a moment, nor do they change their places any day. On their knees, on the grass, they stay in …
Vincent Van Gogh, Starry night, 1889 Three little houses with pointed roofs, a green little meadow, a smallish brook: Rio Bo, a vigilant cypress. Microscopic town, it is true, insignificant town, but still… up above there is always a star, a large, magnificent star, which somehow… flirts with the top of the cypress of Rio …
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