Leonardo da Vinci, Lady with an Ermine (Portrait of Cecilia Gallerani), c. 1490 I can find no trace of it. …… He came to me deliberately (of this I am certain) to make a gift of it. …… I can no longer find trace of it. …… I see again in the leaving day the …
Arthur Hacker, The Temptation of Sir Percival, 1894 Love, how wounded is the century, and we are alone — you, me — in the nameless grey. The times of the nightingale and the lion have ended. This coat-of-arms is crushed. The unicorn has left no tracks on the land: the Shadow is in the heart. …
Henri Matisse, The Red Studio, 1911 Again, I am here, where I never was. Nothing is different from how it was not. On the halved table, the checkered wax cloth the glass, that never held anything. Everything remains just as I had never left it. (Transl. by Ottmar Ette) Sono tornato là dove non ero …
René Magritte, The tomb of the wrestlers, 1960 Throw away any works in verses or prose nobody has been able to say what is, in its essence, a rose. Buttate pure via ogni opera in versi o in prosa. Nessuno è mai riuscito a dire cos’è, nella sua essenza, una rosa. Go back to album …
James Tissot, The Gallery of HMS Calcutta, 1876 There are women who know the ocean so completely that you feel a sea breeze blow when they pass you discreetly and you sense with cool skin sails opening within and with the lips of clams delicious quarrels begin. (Transl. by Z. Rogow) Sono donne che sanno …
Giorgio Caproni – Sono donne che sanno / There are women who know Read More »
Francis Bacon, Seated figure, 1961 A man alone, locked in his room. With all his rights. All his wrongs. Alone in an empty room, talking. To the dead. (Transl. by Pasquale Verdicchio) Un uomo solo, chiuso nella sua stanza. Con tutte le sue ragioni. Tutti i suoi torti. Solo in una stanza vuota, a parlare. …
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