samedi 25 avril 2015

~ Floy Zittin watercolor paintinigs ~ ...

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~ Floy Zittin watercolor paintinigs ~ ...







If you want to become a painter,
You do not rush to draw.
Different brushes from badger hair
in front of a decomposable,
white paint it, because
it - the beginning, then
yellow paint it, because
all ripen, then
gray paint take to fall
the sky splashed lead,
black paint it, because
is at the beginning of the end,
purple paint take poschedree,
laugh and cry, and then
blue paint take to evening
bird flew into his palm,
Take the red paint to the flame
fluttered, then
Take the green paint to branches
to throw into the fire.

Mix up the paints as passion
in his heart, and then
mix up the paints and heart
the sky, the ground, and then ...
The main thing - it burn, and burning,
not to grieve about.
Maybe someone and condemn first
but do not forget later!

Bulat Okudzhava










































































vendredi 17 avril 2015

Michael Creese ... ~ Awakening ~ ...

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Michael Creese ... ~ Awakening ~ ...


No help, no help,
Throwing your do not disturb anyone;
In itself seek out obscure force
How to hide the gold-bearing vein ...








Awful, just coming to his senses -
But I was born to be.
And then? Where other date?
So I'm still alive? Alive?




How could I have survived?
Lord, but what happened to me?
Lord, but where was I?
O Lord, how long I slept.




Oh, how terrible awakening,
And so late - why?
Between strangers as a ghost
I wander without knowing anyone.





Nobody know. He disappeared,
A world where lived my dears.
Only the forest was forest,
The sky, clouds, streams.





Lord, since I still have you vnemlesh,
Save even this grace.
Maybe then I woke up only
To see her for the first time. '..

Maria Petrova