Quint Buchholz, Slowest Movement, 2009 It seemed to us we met by chance in the forgotten hour. It was the yellow station in the green. A cyclist lost his way drank memories deep into his eyes. But all is everlasting for those who pass by, even the name heard once. (Transl. by D. Foglia) Incontrarci …
Alfonso Gatto – Quasi un ricordo / Almost a memory Read More »
Victor Gilbert, The flower market, 1880 Vantano i nomi fatui della rosa ai piedi delle statue le fioraie romane. Stringo le spine secche sulla proda ove un giorno spuntò improvviso dall’Erebo Amore, e accolgo nel vecchio bavero il fiato che ogni anno si fa più debole. Do you know this poem in English? Please contact …
Leonardo Sinisgalli – Vantano i nomi fatui della rosa Read More »
Ferdinand Hodler, Silence of the Evening, 1914 There is no land. There is no return. Just follow ending roads. Travel. Start over, don’t give up. You can talk to me again, you know it. Go as long as you’ll find your truth, the substance that you’re looking for, that burst out of emptiness and forgetfulness. …
Giuseppe Conte – Non c’è terra / There is no land Read More »
René Magritte, Pandora’s Box, 1951 Leave me like this. I have come full circle and I understand. The world must be read backward. All is clear. Lasciatemi così. Ho fatto tutto il giro e ho capito. Il mondo si legge anche all’incontrario. Tutto è chiaro. Go back to album – Italo Calvino
Louis Abel-Truchet, Elegants wandering in Paris, 1915 Oh the gloomy Palazzo Madama… the evening… the crowd that fades, darker… I see once again the poor thing, the poor thing who loves me: the one who looks just like a famous little actress. I remember. On her contracted lip her voice could just barely be heard: …
Salvador Dalì, The Path of Enigma, 1981 Ibam forte Via Sacra… Nescio quid medi – tans nugarum, totus in illis… Go back to album – Greek and Roman
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