Pietro Brosio Gallery: March 2019

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Pietro Brosio Gallery

"The Universal Peace", 1976, oil on canvas 100x70cm.

SINCE 2008SINCE 2008

March 26, 2019

Perplexity

The caustic look of The New Yorker on art.
A Giacometti Expo had place in New York on January 15th 1955.

March 21, 2019

Sundial 23

Sundial in Rapallo (Ligurian Region - Italy)

Ligurian fresco

Ligurian houses
Our World Tuesday

March 17, 2019

Lines

soft lines
of white thoughts
clearing
erratic souls

March 11, 2019

Basilica Don Bosco

upper gift
enlightened
by help
devotion
blessing

Our World Tuesday

March 7, 2019

Shelters

shelters of orange
hold
tired translations

March 1, 2019

Up there

they gather
up there
telling new realities
beyond
the repetitive feelings

Where have the flowers gone?

Where have all the flowers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Gone to young girls, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to young men, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young men gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone to soldiers, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
And where have all the soldiers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
And where have all the graveyards gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, every one!
When will they ever learn,
oh when will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them, every one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Pete Seeger, 1956

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