Tamara De Lempicka, Self-portrait in the green Bugatti, 1925 Frivolity! Dear sin sweet companion and enemy! It’s laughter in my eyes, it’s the dance in my blood. It taught me to not keep rings, no matter who I have married. To begin at random from the end and quit before the beginning. To be like …
Lorenzo Lotto, Allegory of Chastity, c.1506 The happiest day- the happiest hour My sear’d and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? yes! such I ween; But they have vanish’d long, alas! The visions of my youth have been- But let them pass. …
Keith Haring, Fertility Series, 1983 Perché nessun di voi nel suo giornale stampacome è bella la vita! Dio benedetto!Che è bello orinare a suon di sambache é cosa santa chiavare nel canneto! Do you know this poem in English? Please contact me Go back to album – B. Brecht
John Everett Millais, The Woodman’s Daughter, 1851 Brother, you make my eyes wet,I see your life is no fun. Here is an apple. See, I have three, so I can give you one. I see nothing excessive about it: we can both live. Only promise me, that you in your greed will not swallow the seeds, rather that you, before I depart,will …
Bertolt Brecht – Mi fai spuntare le lacrime, fratello / Brother, you make my eyes wet Read More »
Thomas Cole, A view of the two lakes and mountain house, Catskill Mountains, 1844 When I returned my hair was not yet grey and I was glad. The travails of the mountains lie behind us. Before us lie the travails of the plains. Quando ritornai i miei capelli ancora non erano grigi ed ero contento. …
Giorgio de Chirico, Mystery and Melancholy of a Street, 1914 I can wade Grief – Whole Pools of it – I’m used to that – But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet – And I tip – drunken – So guardare il dolore – pozze intere di esso – ci sono abituata. …
Emily Dickinson – So guardare il dolore / I can wade grief Read More »
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