Arkhip Kuindzhi, The sea, Crimea, 1908 Everything we saw has gathered to say goodbye to you and me: the sea, which threw nights at our beach, the sand, which soared through it with us, the rusty heather up there, where the world happened to us. Riunito tutto ciò che vedemmo, a prender congedo da te …
Thomas Moran, Sunset at sea, 1906 Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woeare brackish with the salt of human tears!Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flowclaspest the limits of mortality,and sick of prey, yet howling on for more,vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore;treacherous in calm, …
Felix Vallotton, The Rising Tide, 1913 L’oggi svanisce. E’ stato un involucrodi fredda luce volta al suo recinto,alla madre sua cupa, per rinascere.Lo lascio ora avvolto al suo lignaggio.E’ vero, giorno, che anch’ io ho partecipato alla luce?Tempo, son anch’io parte delle tue cateratte?O mie sabbie, mie solitudini! Se è vero che ci andiamo,ci andammo consumandoin …
Salvador Dalì, Tuna fishing, 1967 I who wanted to talkof a century inside the webthat is always my poem-in-progress,have found only myself wherever I lookedand missed the real happening.With wary good faithI opened myself to the wind: the lockers,clothes-closets, graveyards, the calendar months of the year,and in every opening crevicemy face looked back at me. …
Walter T. Crane, Neptune’s Horses, c. 1893 In you is the illusion of each day.You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.You undermine the horizon with your absence.Eternally in flight like the wave. È in te l’illusione di ogni giorno.Giungi come la rugiada sulle corolle.Scavi l’orizzonte con la tua assenza.Eternamente in fuga come l’onda. …
Pablo Neruda – Per il mio cuore basta il tuo petto / Your breast is enough Read More »
Felix Vallotton, Sunset at Villerville, 1917 We have lost even this twilight.No one saw us this evening hand in handwhile the blue night dropped on the world.I have seen from my windowthe fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.Sometimes a piece of sunburned like a coin in my hand.I remembered you with my soul …
Pablo Neruda – Ancora abbiamo perso questo tramonto / We have lost even this twilight Read More »
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