Arnold Böcklin, Vestal, 1874 Please, be quiet, stay still, dust just remains of these todays, I will disappear soon and you will be only fire. Taci ti prego, resta così immutabile appena polvere di questi oggi rimane presto scomparirò e tu resterai soltanto fuoco. Do you know a different English translation? Please contact me, this …
Louis-Ferdinand Celine -Taci ti prego / Please, be quiet Read More »
Gustav Klimt, Music, 1895 Lean over. I’ll whisper something to you: I am grateful for everything : for the chicken cartilage and for the chirr of scissors already cutting out the void for me-for it is your hem. Doesn’t matter if it is pitch-black,doesn’t matter if it holds nothing:no ovals,no limbs to count. The more …
Joseph Brodsky – Chinati, ti devo sussurrare/ Lean over, I’ll whisper something Read More »
Rembrandt van Rijn, Landscape with the Rest on the Flight into Egypt, 1627 Verso l’interno si volge la via misteriosa. I mondi dell’eternità sono in noi o da nessuna parte. The mysterious path leads within. In us, or nowhere, lies eternity with its worlds. Go back to album – Novalis
Zdzislaw Beksinski, In hoc signo vinces, c. 2000 This night is irredeemable. Where you are, it is still bright. At the gates of Jerusalem, a black sun is alight. The yellow sun is hurting, sleep, baby, sleep. The Jews in the Temple’s burning buried my mother deep. Without rabbi, without blessing, over her ashes, there, …
Osip Mandelstam – Irreparabile è questa notte / This night is irredeemable Read More »
Albrecht Altdorfer, Lot and His Daughters, 1537 Like the beautiful bodies of those who died before growing old, sadly shut away in sumptuous mausoleum, roses by the head, jasmine at the feet — so appear the longings that have passed without being satisfied, not one of them granted a single night of pleasure, or one …
Marc Chagall, Lovers in the moonlight, 1949 Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark. To sleep now! I’ll reread, understand with the light of the sun, but until I am wakened, to touch the beloved as I do has been given to none. How I touched you! So touched were you even by the …
Boris Pasternak – Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark Read More »
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