John Liston Byam Shaw, the Woman and the Man the Serpent, 1911 Peace overflowing from heart sometimes can turn into blood, your love touches me sometimes and then evolves into drama… (Transl. by D. Foglia) La pace che sgorga dal cuore e a volte diventa sangue, il tuo amore che a volte mi tocca e …
Emile Lévy, Venus and Cupid, 1862 Lady, I have never seen you put aside your veil for sun or for shadow since you knew the great desire in me that lightens my heart of all other wishes. While I carried my lovely thoughts hidden (with desire they are bringing death into my heart) I saw …
Andrea Schiavone, Diana and Actaeon, 1559 Diana was never more pleasing to her lover, when, by a stroke of fate, he saw her naked, shown in the deep pool of icy water, than I was by the mountain shepherdess, standing there to wash her delightful veil, that keeps blonde, lovely hair from the wind’s stress, …
Julio Romero de Torres, Naranjas y limones, 1927 Your orange hair in the void of the world in the void of these heavy panes of silence shade where my bare hands seek your image. The shape of your heart is chimerical and your love resembles my lost desire. O sighs of amber, dreams, glances. But …
Paul Eluard – Arance i tuoi capelli / Your Orange Hair Read More »
Lucian Freud, And the bridegroom, 2001 Then I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean, of the houses that you swing into, of the steel wool hair on your head, of your persistent hands and then how we gnaw at the barrier because we are two. How you come and take …
Paul Delvaux, The forest, 1948 Must the morning always return? Will the despotism of the earthly never cease? Unholy activity consumes the angel-visit of the Night. Will the time never come when Love’s hidden sacrifice shall burn eternally? To the Light a season was set; but everlasting and boundless is the dominion of the Night. …
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