Perfect: to hover above the spring expanse of Paris!

Perfect: to hover above the spring expanse of Paris!
(Note: the plywood floats - only there).
For the lines I pull, dropping a little lower,
Where the architect-era - in the right places:
Direct highways, the city, rifts,
Bois de Boulogne, Shamr de Mars and Jardin de Tuileries -
Green spots - strange, painful, familiar -
I'm not used to flying over you, Mon Paris!
Winding streets fjords, gorges, canyons
And skerries of blocks with colored reliefs of roofs ...
And that islet, which is familiar on the Earth - to millions,
Seeing that, we will exclaim in ecstasy: Paris!
On it, a rocket aimed at the sky -
And how many rustled, spat and argued in vain!
And time-judge - judged that this sign
Like everyone who flies, hovering over Paris! ..

Marina Chekina

Vladimir Kush western passage

Blerta \ Spring has come, she's right here ...

I represent a woman as a gentle flower - iris ...
Iris - wisdom, faith, valor, courage ...
Let the sun shine with bright rays,
Let the birds sing for you,
Let the earth be covered with flowers,
Spring has come, it's like here ...

Baibak Sergey

Vladimir Kush Three Graces

Charles L. Peterson / Watercolors of memories.

Memories and watercolors ...
After all, they are similar in principle - they are both light, blurred, as if in passing, but they hold attention.
A series of works by Charles L. Peterson entitled "Memories Collection" consists of 60 paintings.
I chose winter and something that I especially like,
And the rest of the work can be seen on the artist's website.

The plate should be wheezing,
Enigmatic ... There must be a garden,
In the acacias so rustling,
Like eighteen years ago.

There should be big lilacs -
Sultans, fogs, haze.
From the station from behind the trees
There must be a beep.

And someone's handbook
Should tremble on the ground,
As if in a premonition of a moment,
That all this will sink in the mist.

Vladimir Sokolov

by Vladimir Kush art for sale

Jody Frost. Tango of shadows.

Tango,
Shadows
Dancing
Tango…
Trembling eyelashes and
Secret,
Secret,
Secret…
Tango -
Tomorrow they take off their hands,
Quiet sounds sound,
Dimly the moon burns ...
Tango…
The heat of desire is burning ...
The Mystery of Recognition
The dark night is full ...

Marianna_Vi

The hall will be quiet ...
The light will darken ...
Reality will come to naught ...
The searchlight will allocate a spot,
Where are the two of us, where are we one.
In the darkness of the steam like a candle ...
Look into the darkness, over the shoulder.
Slip palm into the palm of your hand ... into contact
Intimate. Getting in time
The pulse of two pours in rhythm ...

A huge world for us alone
Suddenly the wall is limited
Out of the light behind me ...
Silence will explode the string!
Accord guitars will solo the body!
Hip to hip, cheek to cheek ..
And her lips will exhale slightly
With one breath: "I'm with you ..."

And the Argentine wave Will cover the tango ... plunging into passion, Giving to the secret to fall ... Correct the decency of the law Press me to myself ... And groan Involuntarily with the lips break suddenly ... Excitement in the eyes will scare away the fright! Pick up a strong hand And climb to the clouds, Where Argentina rhythms knock In the parquet drives my heel! Step, turn, leg, deflection ... Throw! And the body on the bend Thrown back ... Jerk! The current pierces the hand of passion And returns me again. Once again, the arm extends






Shoulder ... Chord! And the fan will roll up the hair
His face is flashing. Printing Bands
Leave a trail ... and burns
You. And immediately the heart breaks
In the chest of madness, a fire!
Will cover the skin of passion heat,
Sears lips ... look captivated ...
Silk skirts whirlwind fly by!
My foot will slip to yours,
The hip will embrace and bold
The body will squeeze ... And again
Have time to kiss a kiss
Instant from the lips! And silence
Will cover the hall ... The wall will fall
Out of the light, baring us ...
Honor will give the applause
Bowing ... Will cool off, the excitement will go away ...
And only in the pulse of the tango beats ...

Katyusha Severnaya

And when spring comes to Paris ...

And when spring comes to Paris, even the most miserable of its inhabitants should feel that he lives in paradise.
\ Henry Miller \

The Paris weathercock is tuned to SPRING!


A rainy evening ... I'm in Paris!
The coffee grounds smell of the city ...
Here the vault of heaven is noticeably lower,
And the tower of the Eiffel is broken.

The ancient bridge is the shelter of the clochard:
A pack of wine, a gray mane
And a bright scarf ... Brunch guitar:
"Lover old and beautiful ..." *

The finest scent of passion
The lace of the cathedral is being made:
The blood of kings and the thirst for power,
And a drop of March nonsense ...

Tight water rolls Sen ...
The landscape is smeared with Renoir ...
Paris, your spring is priceless!
And the rain rustles along the sidewalks ...

* "Lover old and beautiful ..." (c) I. Brodsky

Kornetova Irina




A small photo about the spring Paris.
And a little because after all and the spring has only just begun. ))
In fact, to be absolutely accurate, the spring in Paris has not yet come.
The French spring begins on the day of the vernal equinox - March 20.
In theory, this is probably correct, but in the case of the Russian calendar in the spring, I like it more.))