ARTE E VINO
I am verry proud to present to you my section
ARTE e VINO.
A, piccola, Virtual Art Galery, we could say.
At the Enoteca Italiaa Pasta e Basta, I receive many customers.
Most of them are Artsit workers.
Actors, Writers, Peinters, Photographers, dustmen, and so on and so far.
The idea: present my artists, (some of tem wellknown, others, knownless) to the other customers and futur vistors of my website.
Our bond, is a common passion: Wine
Furst, tell you how I feel the wine.
Please try to read me out.
You will see I talk (badly certainly) about things, you have already felt, I am sure.
So, allow me, first, to quote some verses of Omar khayyam, a poet borned in Persia in 1048.
Wine, Poetry, Joy, Women are his favorit subjects.
Humour and Death mix with those.
To me, with his work of art, he sings love of life or just Love. That was his 'way'
Omar Khayyâm (extraits) :
Celui qui fit mon être (il ne m'a rien dit),
Veut-il pour moi le Ciel ou bien l'Enfer maudit?
Mais du pain, une femme et du vin sont richesse.
Garde pour toi le Ciel auquel tu fais crédit.
Tant que j'aurais du pain de quoi remplir ma main,
Quelque morceau de viande, une gourde de vin, et
qu'à deux nous pourrons vivre en la solitude,
nul sultan ne m'aura, convive, à son festin.
Bois du vin car un jour ton corps sera poussière
dont on fera vaisseau, jarre, tasse, aiguière.
Sois sans souci pour le Ciel, sans souci pour l'Enfer :
le sage tremble-t-il en regardant sa bière ?
Belli vero ?
To me , Wine is a way to escape from a everyday life full of 'habits'
Habits (you know? routine) kills!
Of course, reality is always their, more or less strong, more or less sweet.
Wine alows me to plunge, faster, inside me.
(Te same happens to me when I run one hour).
ine allows me to share moments with my friends or sometimes with the woman of my heart.
(I love women, even if I have just one...at a time).
Wine, in additio, makes me becoming good or sociable,
(hi, hi, hi for a social misfit uncompromising, that is great).
even if, I'm sure of that, each person feels Wine in a personnal way.
One glass of win and I am 'fien' ( plunge inside me).
I accepte myself totaly and then, naturally, I feel the gen urge to share, to give, and I oppen myself up to the exteror world and to people.
I am talking about love of course.
My mise-en-scene to serve wine:opening of the bottle, I make others to smell (annurarse) the cork and to taste in a Big Glass, always trying to choose the person I fell most human.
I mean, the most opened and so, who whom will be the most prompt to plunge in a plaisir she will immediatly try to pass to the other gests.
I am still talking about love of course.
To me, wine is deeply human and, I have to say it, more an idea that a real drink.
That is why I taste a lot and drink slightly.
To me wine is a real escape, a pur eroticism.
(you know this sensation of being united wth somebidy else in a same dream) , hi,hi,hi , even if sometimes you realize, after all, that you were talking about something different.
Wine allows me too, to dream. sometimes, being a king and a dolcissimo e fugosso lover.
To me, Wine is a rebellion (I am rebellious without wine too).
Rebellious against dogmas which poison the existence.
Against the rules who ry to make me being a sheep.
Wine talk to me about Hope, Youth, Life and Love?
Yes iI am still talking about Love.
Finally he allows me to watch death and do not fear it.
So my friends, CARPE DIEM. Let's drink this wine.
Please, do not talk so much about the 'nez', the colour or the parfums
(And God knows how much I fell parfums).
We will talk about that later, I you really want to!
A last point to finish this med delirium.
It happened to me to hear some of my gests say about themselves, 'Us the Artists'...
(With a lot of pride and smugness).
Poveracci!
So full of themselves, that they were pathetics.
Assolutamente poverraci!
We are, you are, ALL artists.
that is why I encourage everybody to express himself.
Photography, cooking, siging, music, cinema, theatre, chiamata...
Let's express ourselves!
In all Human being, their is a parcella divina.
(Yes, Is it paradoxal? Maybe but I am a deep believer)
What ever the way that everyone would choose.
The point is to always look after who we really are.
Una lotta contiua against the "sheeping".
If you want to you could publish, on this section ARTE e VINO, and show us your art works.
They simply have to talk about the Human Being (about Vous!)
I am not a critic, or an artist, in the Albertiano way, but I have to like the works.
Yes! God exists and He is a little fascist alle volte
OK, OK, OK I stopp my med delirium!.
I hope 'my table' and 'my wines' will help you to find your way.
hi hi hi hi (russian iroic laugh)
Armando Maria Zagaria
E' proprio pazzo questo !
ARTE e VINO.
A, piccola, Virtual Art Galery, we could say.
At the Enoteca Italiaa Pasta e Basta, I receive many customers.
Most of them are Artsit workers.
Actors, Writers, Peinters, Photographers, dustmen, and so on and so far.
The idea: present my artists, (some of tem wellknown, others, knownless) to the other customers and futur vistors of my website.
Our bond, is a common passion: Wine
Furst, tell you how I feel the wine.
Please try to read me out.
You will see I talk (badly certainly) about things, you have already felt, I am sure.
So, allow me, first, to quote some verses of Omar khayyam, a poet borned in Persia in 1048.
Wine, Poetry, Joy, Women are his favorit subjects.
Humour and Death mix with those.
To me, with his work of art, he sings love of life or just Love. That was his 'way'
Omar Khayyâm (extraits) :
Celui qui fit mon être (il ne m'a rien dit),
Veut-il pour moi le Ciel ou bien l'Enfer maudit?
Mais du pain, une femme et du vin sont richesse.
Garde pour toi le Ciel auquel tu fais crédit.
Tant que j'aurais du pain de quoi remplir ma main,
Quelque morceau de viande, une gourde de vin, et
qu'à deux nous pourrons vivre en la solitude,
nul sultan ne m'aura, convive, à son festin.
Bois du vin car un jour ton corps sera poussière
dont on fera vaisseau, jarre, tasse, aiguière.
Sois sans souci pour le Ciel, sans souci pour l'Enfer :
le sage tremble-t-il en regardant sa bière ?
Belli vero ?
To me , Wine is a way to escape from a everyday life full of 'habits'
Habits (you know? routine) kills!
Of course, reality is always their, more or less strong, more or less sweet.
Wine alows me to plunge, faster, inside me.
(Te same happens to me when I run one hour).
ine allows me to share moments with my friends or sometimes with the woman of my heart.
(I love women, even if I have just one...at a time).
Wine, in additio, makes me becoming good or sociable,
(hi, hi, hi for a social misfit uncompromising, that is great).
even if, I'm sure of that, each person feels Wine in a personnal way.
One glass of win and I am 'fien' ( plunge inside me).
I accepte myself totaly and then, naturally, I feel the gen urge to share, to give, and I oppen myself up to the exteror world and to people.
I am talking about love of course.
My mise-en-scene to serve wine:opening of the bottle, I make others to smell (annurarse) the cork and to taste in a Big Glass, always trying to choose the person I fell most human.
I mean, the most opened and so, who whom will be the most prompt to plunge in a plaisir she will immediatly try to pass to the other gests.
I am still talking about love of course.
To me, wine is deeply human and, I have to say it, more an idea that a real drink.
That is why I taste a lot and drink slightly.
To me wine is a real escape, a pur eroticism.
(you know this sensation of being united wth somebidy else in a same dream) , hi,hi,hi , even if sometimes you realize, after all, that you were talking about something different.
Wine allows me too, to dream. sometimes, being a king and a dolcissimo e fugosso lover.
To me, Wine is a rebellion (I am rebellious without wine too).
Rebellious against dogmas which poison the existence.
Against the rules who ry to make me being a sheep.
Wine talk to me about Hope, Youth, Life and Love?
Yes iI am still talking about Love.
Finally he allows me to watch death and do not fear it.
So my friends, CARPE DIEM. Let's drink this wine.
Please, do not talk so much about the 'nez', the colour or the parfums
(And God knows how much I fell parfums).
We will talk about that later, I you really want to!
A last point to finish this med delirium.
It happened to me to hear some of my gests say about themselves, 'Us the Artists'...
(With a lot of pride and smugness).
Poveracci!
So full of themselves, that they were pathetics.
Assolutamente poverraci!
We are, you are, ALL artists.
that is why I encourage everybody to express himself.
Photography, cooking, siging, music, cinema, theatre, chiamata...
Let's express ourselves!
In all Human being, their is a parcella divina.
(Yes, Is it paradoxal? Maybe but I am a deep believer)
What ever the way that everyone would choose.
The point is to always look after who we really are.
Una lotta contiua against the "sheeping".
If you want to you could publish, on this section ARTE e VINO, and show us your art works.
They simply have to talk about the Human Being (about Vous!)
I am not a critic, or an artist, in the Albertiano way, but I have to like the works.
Yes! God exists and He is a little fascist alle volte
OK, OK, OK I stopp my med delirium!.
I hope 'my table' and 'my wines' will help you to find your way.
hi hi hi hi (russian iroic laugh)
Armando Maria Zagaria
E' proprio pazzo questo !