2014年12月31日星期三

Woman in red on Dylan John Lisle








  
Woman in red -
Rose painting,
How petals
Her lips are tender,
Touch to the rose,
Only dangerous:
Will guilty
You are without fault ...




The Woman in Red
Simply beautiful
It all mixed up:
Laughter and trouble,
Time over it
As if no power
And float
Quietly, the ...




The Woman in Red
Dream in vain,
In the maelstrom of passion like,
In solar circle,
Long to be close
Since it can not be:
The time is approaching
Bitter partings.




we are getting used to
Fortunately for us,
The fact that I found,
It is very difficult to lose ...
only leaves
Woman in red:
You are her hands
Failed to keep ...




Woman in red ...
It's horrible,
that it is impossible
Next to it to be ...
Dreams and beckons
Woman in Red,
Nor forget it,
Neither let go ...



only a heartless
Will be dispassionate,
And do not get,
Who did not ask ...
Melts in the fog
Woman in Red,
The one that forever
You fell in love with ...










2014年12月29日星期一

I like to cuddle with happiness ... ~ Abstract portrait of Danny O'Connor




I like it when the fate of the burning,
I send loyal friends.
And we live by helping each other,
and do not regret, spoken ideas.

I like to cuddle with happiness,
do not think that when something bad luck.
And waking up in the morning, smile,
not to remember what happened in the life of evil.

I like that the years added itself,
bear a relationship purity.
Are now living with friends wondering
we see life more beautiful.

I also like the fact that there is love in the world,
which extends over the centuries.
And on our blue planet,
the fate of the owner, only people.

And just like me fall with a sweet sadness,
bright gold and decorated with earth.
That life is lived with a slight sense of
and that in the autumn, winter comes again.

And we will live, and we will smile,
that the troubles have not touched all of a sudden, now.
In the fall, we will once again wonder
that under the feet of gold from us!

Lyudmila Barmina



Blues falling leaves

 














2014年12月28日星期日

Bow and strings artist Lena Sotskova



What heavy, dark nonsense!
These heights dull lunny!
Touch the violin for many years
And do not know when the light string!

Well who we want? who lit
Two yellow face, two sad ...
And suddenly felt bow,
That someone took and someone leaked them.

"Oh, how long ago! Through the darkness
Tell me one thing: if you're the one, that you? "
And the strings flippers to him,
Ringing, but, fins, trembled.

"Is it not true, never
We will not be parted? pretty .. "
And the violin answered yes,
But the heart of the violin was hurt.

Bow understood, he calmed down,
A violin echoes keep everything ...
And it came to torment them,
That people seemed to music.

But man is not repaid
Until the morning ... And candles strings sang ...
Only the sun found them exhausted
On black velvet bed.

Innocent Ann



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2014年12月25日星期四

Meetings and goodbye ...





I offer you a small selection of paintings by a variety of artists.
I think that this topic is not important words. Need to feel.





                       Anna Razumovskaya paintings                                         


And in our case - the look and feel.










 



     Anna Akhmatova

     Said that I have no rivals

     Said that I have no rivals.
     I'm not the woman for him earth,
     A winter sun light consolatory
     And the song wild native land.
     When I die, it will not be sad,
     Do not shout, distraught: "Arise!"
     But suddenly realizes that it is impossible to live
     Without the sun, body and soul without a song.
     ... Now what?











     Alexander Blok

     I remember the tenderness of your shoulders

     I remember the tenderness of your shoulders
     They are shy and sensitive.
     And caress the interrupted speech,
     Immediately after the talk and jokes.
     Hair Chervonnaya ore
     And the voice of nursing sounds.
     Lilac dark hour of separation
     Five-pointed star.
     And the fact that more and Country:
     Vortex of music and light -
     Eyes full of long hello,
     And the mystery of fidelity ... yours.