Albertirsa (formerly Alberti-Irsa, Slovak: Irša) is a town in Ceglédi kistérség, Pest megye, and the middle of the Great Hungarian Plain. Although it has got its town status in 2003, it still has its village-scent that is so common for most of the inhabitations in the region.
Initially Albertirsa was two separate inhabitations: Alberti and Irsa, having joined in 1950.
IRSA (Institute for Art Historical Research) primarily operates as a publishing house in the field of scholarly art historical texts. It is the publisher of the international periodical Artibus et Historiae; however, it also publishes important volumes by eminent scholars through its Bibliotheca Artibus et Historiae. Among its publications are exhibition catalogues, artists’ biographies and autobiographies, and even a book of poetry.
In addition to publishing scholarly texts, IRSA organizes research work and exhibitions of historical and contemporary art, to which it supplements catalogues.
Within the framework of its activities, IRSA collaborates with both universities and museums worldwide.
Established in 1979 by the Polish art historian Józef Grabski, the Institute was initially based in Venice (1979–1982) and hence the acronym IRSA, Istituto per le Ricerche di Storia dell’Arte. From there it moved to Florence and Vienna, and finally in 1996 to Cracow, Poland.
Dr. Grabski’s initiative to create a new art periodical as the main activity of the institute was the result of what was observed as a lack of an independent and, significantly, interdisciplinary journal dedicated to art history. His idea came to fruition with a group of art historians gathered after the International Congress of the History of Art (CIHA) in Bologna in 1979 and IRSA as an Institute and as a publisher came into being. That same year (but already dated 1980) the first issue of Artibus et Historiae appeared. Since that time the periodical has appeared in uninterrupted sequence on a semi-annual basis.
She won't mind, she's got bills to pay
She won't mind, because I come today
Its feels so wrong to be right
She sits tight, in a different way
Pulls my eyes with the words she say
To be is all that she desired
But they didn't love you in our time
Nobody wants you in your life
Bleed and they'll serve you, alive
Words confessed from a memory
I feel them at last when I sing of what used to be
And I sing along like a choir
If I say goodbye to love will it go away
If I say goodbye to love because its here today
And it feels so strong tonight
For the rest of our lives
Fearing the way that will keep us alive
I put my hands to the sky
Pray for a sign if I believed in a god
We lay with our hearts to the floor
Feel from the ground of the earth keep us warm
I put my hands onto your head
As I
Say goodbye to love
I Say goodbye to love
I Say goodbye to love
I Say goodbye to love
They didn't hold you
I cried
Nobody wants you in your life