Katsushika Hokusai, Young Woman with Origami, 1798 He rides his white charger by the Fortalice of Gold,she wanders in dreams amid the desert cloud and sand.It is a season of sorrow that she scarce can endure,thinking of her soldier lover at the border fort.The fireflies, flitting about, swarm at her window,while the moon slowly passes …
Li Bai (Li Po) – Tristezza d’autunno / By the Great Wall Read More »
Jack Vettriano (b. 1951), Tango dancers The full moon shines in the sea,and you in my heart. The bank expects and becomes older. You never come. Fleeting, the lunar path on the seathat swallowed the ship, with whom long we wandered,led by the desire, playing the flute and harp,combining singing and meat, in the silver wind. …
Man Ray, Dora Maar, 1936 The moment never stops,to look at, to understand.An endless running.Grasping shreds.Hearing cut off words,halfway promises –as laughter, music, loves, dreams.Everything hinted and left. (Transl. by D. Foglia) Mai che l’attimo si fermi,da guardare, capire.Sempre una corsa.Cogliere lembi.Udire parole mozze,promesse a metà –così risa, musiche, amori, sogni.Tutto accennato e lasciato. This …
Elio Pecora – Mai che l’attimo si fermi / The moment never stops Read More »
Albrecht Durer, The Trefilería on Peignitz, 1494 “I’ll lose you as one may lose a bright happy day: – I told the shade, you were in the empty room – I was waiting for you, over the flourishing years my memory looked for your name, your semblance: you’ll disappear too, and nobody will ever remember …
Mark Demsteader, Shallow waters, 2014 I have nothing but despairand a confused desire to fade:no voice is crying out for me,in the empty well where I crouch down.This is death, that already locks me up.Memory is weary. Time ago(to whom did it belong if nothing lasts?)I waited for you to come backand I suffered, and …
Elio Pecora – Altro non ho che la disperazione / I have nothing but despair Read More »
Felice Casorati, The prayer, 1914 I wait for you there’s dew on the rough grass sprawling branches wait for you with open arms I am cold. The leaves are wet and shiver at night. Should you come, they would quiet. And there would be great silence. We would listen only to our hearts, feel only …
Attila Jozsef – Ti aspetto sempre / I wait for you Read More »
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