Tony Monteiro, Recife (2026)

18/01/2024

Sou composto por urgências: minhas alegrias são intensas; minhas tristezas, absolutas. Entupo-me de ausências, Esvazio-me de excessos. Eu não caibo no estreito, eu só vivo nos extremos.

Pouco não me serve, médio não me satisfaz, metades nunca foram meu forte!

Todos os grandes e pequenos momentos, feitos com amor e com carinho, são pra mim recordações eternas. Palavras até me conquistam temporariamente… Mas atitudes me perdem ou me ganham para sempre.

Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir, de entrar em contato… Ou toca, ou não toca

- Lispector, Clarice
arte, LINDÍSSIMA, por

11/01/2024

In the heart of Tuscany, where the whispers of a thousand tales dance between the flickering flames of history, there exists a city of enchantment and passion – Firenzi. A symphony of light and darkness, where the golden sunbeams kiss the ancient stones while shadows linger in the embrace of cobblestone streets.

Under the vigilant gaze of Il Duomo, a majestic cathedral that pierces the heavens with its divine grace, love unfolds like delicate petals in a timeless garden. The Medici, patrons of art and patrons of the heart, cast their influence upon the city, turning it into a canvas where romance blooms alongside Renaissance masterpieces.

Behold David, sculpted by Michelangelo, a beacon of the Renaissance, a testament to human form defying reality in stone. The very essence of Firenzi encapsulated in marble, where every curve and contour tells a story of passion, strength, and the pursuit of beauty.

Wandering through the narrow alleys of Via Vecchio, where time itself seems to pause, lovers stroll hand in hand along the Arno River. Vespas hum with the rhythm of a city in love, weaving through the enchanting labyrinth of emotions that Firenzi effortlessly conjures.

As day gives way to dusk, the city’s melancholy whispers echo in the evening air, a gentle reminder of the bittersweet symphony that accompanies love’s journey. Gelato in hand, lovers find solace in the sweetness of the moment, savoring each flavor as if it were a fleeting kiss.

Amidst the vineyards that drape the hillsides, the spirit of Firenzi is bottled in its wine – rich, full-bodied, and intoxicating. With every sip, the city’s essence is imbibed, leaving those who partake in a state of euphoria, intoxicated by the very soul of Firenzi.

In the quiet moments, under the starlit canvas above, the city basks in its own glory, and those fortunate enough to witness it stand in awe. For in Firenzi, love is not merely a sentiment; it is a living, breathing masterpiece, sculpted by time, passion, and the enduring spirit of a city that has embraced love as its eternal muse. ❤️ 🇮🇹