..osen how beautiful you are!
Ah, autumn, how beautiful you are,
His farewell beauty
The bright colors of the trees,
Purple, gold leaves,In your solemn winds
Chilled bend poplar
And belated dawn,
They smell of damp, rain.When surrounded by swirling leaves,
As well then sadness,
Hover briefly in thought,
Sitting looking off into the distance.Silent majestic maples,
Sparkling frost on the grass,
Day, lethargy and sleepy,
In the sky-blue gray.Your first thin ice on the puddles,
Icicles crystal drops,
Towards evening the wind listen to songs,
To cool wet earth,And the sun radiant haze,
Blesnёt and again sadness shadow.
You still fluffy cape,
Nakroesh penultimate day.
La Vie En Rose
As everything is calm and how everything is open!
How on earth was quiet and the poor!
Garden showered – all of it is forgotten,
Sky high and cold, pale …
Distant sky, not you, dumb,
Scaring me its spaciousness?
Here, in this poverty, where all native,
Meeting I Fall joyful eyes.
More scattered light leaf fall,
And rare bright paint tenderly;
More tits they hiss from the garden,
And as they quietly forgotten in the park!
And only at night when raging
Autumn wind, everything is alien again …
And lonely heart longs:
Oh, if the proximity of the native heart!
IA Bunin
..and summer
ART 2014
Bare enda et Bloggnorge – Gratis blogg-nettsted
George Goodwin Kilburne
George Goodwin Kilburne (1839-1924)
Today everything as in other days
And only the tremor in my hands,
Quite a bit, under the keys rattling,
I am worried …
Once again, I am writing you a letter,
Almost believing send.
And words birthday, quiet sound,
Multiplies the echo …
Click the last point … And yet …
And again my heart tremble,
A silence, stepping more,
Froze for a moment …
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Learn, learn, and once again … | Classics of the genre
Since childhood, we learn what it … walk, write, read,
play musical instruments, to sew, knit, embroider …..
Peter Friedrich Hiddemann
Amalia Lindegren
Heinrich Hirt
Wenzel Ulrik Tornoe
Julius Geertz
Eugene de Blaas
Some more painting Albert Lynch
Albert Lynch (Albert Lynch, 1851-1912) was born in Lima (Peru), graduated from the Paris Academy of Fine Arts, and since 1890 has participated in art exhibitions with work, which brought the artist a lot of medals. In addition to painting known as an illustrator who worked on the novels of Balzac, Maupassant, Dumas fils (“The Lady of the Camellias”) and other famous pisateley.Modelyu for many of his works, was the wife of
Some more painting Albert Lynch
Albert Lynch (Albert Lynch, 1851-1912) was born in Lima (Peru), graduated from the Paris Academy of Fine Arts, and since 1890 has participated in art exhibitions with work, which brought the artist a lot of medals. In addition to painting known as an illustrator who worked on the novels of Balzac, Maupassant, Dumas fils (“The Lady of the Camellias”) and other famous pisateley.Modelyu for many of his works, was the wife of
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Leon Emile Caille
Sleep, my child, go to sleep!
Sweet dream to her mani:
As a nurse, I took thee
Wind, sun and eagle.
Eagle flew home;
The sun had disappeared under the water;
Wind, after three nights,
Rushes to his mother.
Wind asks his mother:
“Where was pleased to disappear?
Ali fought the stars?
Ali still chasing the waves? “
“I do not chase the waves of the sea,
Stars do not touch the gold;
I am a child guarded,
Kolybelochku rocked! “
Leon Emile Caille
“Where the wild rose grew scarlet,
Gnomes caps found … ”
Mom had a little Valya
Quietly removed the shoes.
“The sun looking through branches,
By Rose flew bee … ”
Mom, little kiddie
Quietly removed the stockings.
“Snakes do not have waited any moment,
Whistle – and to the mountains soon … ”
Mom had carotid malyutochki
Silk brushed curls.
“Cats zavidevshi, chicken
Steel turkeys in a circle … ”
Mom had carotid dochurochki
Took the doll out of hand.
“In the evening a little girl
Once arrived angelok … ”
Mom of dormant Valenka
Doll knitting a stocking.
Tsvetaeva
Jules Trayer
Geskel Saloman
Berthe Morisot
My old aged unnoticed as it happens
And with someone’s light hand
Mother grandmother everyone calls
And increasingly worried father
Though it pretends that healthy
I have no more hearts
Than the hearts of these two old men
My dear old
I give you now Kiss
Young my old
We still we have povoyuem
Both of you to face gray hair
And slanting rays of wrinkles
And I’ll take your name
To name their daughter and son
And your eyes will brighten
And no one to blow out the fire
After grandchildren love more children
But I’m not jealous at all
My dear old
I give you now Kiss
Young my old
We still we have povoyuem
My dear old
I give you now Kiss
Young my old
We still we have povoyuem
John Morgan
V.M.Maksimov
S.Campolmi
Georgios Iakovidis
Georgios Iakovidis
Reggianini Vittorio
Frederick Morgan
Color of Venice.
Venice.
Oksana Ivannikova.
Your channel fiction –
As if rhymes weave,
They destiny, sky, time, person
His is reflected.
Sunlight and Shadow
And that’s really more than one century,
Like a ghost – Casanova image.
Talents and sins inflorescences
And democracy foundations.
Rio Dei Frari
Here, the music sounds Title:
Phoenix, Kastollo, San Marco,
And Byzantine mosaics
Play gold so bright.
Rio Oquissanti
Venice! In your channels
Water mixed with clouds,
And under the beautiful palaces
Of Russian larch piles.
San Polo Canal
Then you open the mystery of life:
What time is very fleeting.
Shine, luxury, fame – are transient,
A search and art – eternal.
Riodel Angelo
Running destinies – fast flows
From inception to the funeral feast.
What do we, as gondoliers
Sail on the waves of our lives.
Canals Della Giudecca
Golden Sunset.
Gondolas in Canale della Giuadicca
Artist Ron Di Scenza
(Freestyle – Ah, what a woman …)
Disney Prints
You – a woman, you – the book between books
You – Collapse imprinted scroll;
In his lines and thoughts and words excess
In its leaves mad every moment.
You – a woman. You – witch drink!
He burns with fire, barely penetrated into the mouth;
But drinking flame suppressing cry
And praise wildly amid torture.
You – a woman, and that you are right.
Century removed from the crown of the star,
You – in the depths of our image of the deity!
We have for you attract the iron yoke,
You we serve, solid mountains fractions,
And pray – from century – you!
(Bryusov)
Ron Di Scenza – -Italian contemporary American artist. Born in 1954 in Ohio. Began sketching at the age of three years. At the age of seven years old, his mother and father began to take Ron with him to his native Italy for a summer vacation. “When I first saw the port of Naples, I suddenly felt that he had come here not on the ship and transported to a time machine, so I was stunned the ancient spirit of this place.” Encouraging artistic talent son mom Di Scenza took him to Rome, where seen ceiling frescos in the Sistine Chapel by Michelangelo Buonarroti made a great desire Ron approved to become an artist. Becoming the already world famous and respected artists Ron Di Scenza still remembers that idyllic time spent in Italy, where he was surrounded by his sisters, cousins and bright and beautiful natural landscapes. Ron Di Scenza family returned home to America, in 1970, moved to Long Island, and soon Di Scenza would have captured the art scene in New York. The artist has received formal training at the School of Visual Arts in Manhattan, where he was awarded a scholarship and the degree of Bachelor of Fine Arts. After graduation, he became the youngest teacher of the school (he was only 20 years old), and continued to improve their artistic skills. Ron Di Scenza work is bold and precise, it uses an ultra fine linen canvas has a very smooth surface, and dramatic lighting is a key attribute of his work, and he either creates lighting effects or find them in nature. “Skillful whimsical image of candles in the painting by Rembrandt had the very first and the greatest influence on my work, as well as the work of Vermeer paintings in which the woman is sitting in a dark room near bright windows.” Ron Di Scenza picture can be seen in galleries USA, Italy and in the permanent collections of many corporations Long Island and New York, they are stored in numerous private collections around the globe. Now the artist Ron Di Scenza lives with his family in Italy, where fruitful working and improving his skills of the artist.
Call your loved ones! ..
Love – is when you do not have words … Just one glance … We are close. Silent … And everything is fine … … And if we are far away from each other? Then need words. They are to love as air. Gentle, warm … I’m so waiting for them from you … words that warm, caress, and drunken dope …
Outside the window, the chilly gray day … Winter? Fall? Rainy day in March? All mixed up in this bleak gray noon … Wet, wet … And my heart uncomfortable and sad … In these days especially want to feel needed by someone, your favorite … feel the warmth and affection of a loved one. And if it is your own, unique and beloved, far away? And this is not possible now, this slush … Not tonight … soon … but not now … I do not want soon! I want now and immediately! Because I’m sad! I’ll go crazy from this greyness, from that darkness! I’m not asking for much: just a few words, your words, you can only write so … And … I know the sun will shine again, rainbow shines all around, and I want to sing and laugh! …
But you say something … My Love unwell: her fever, she lost appetite, it is sad, and force it melt … but … she would not die. No! My love can not die! It’s just … I die …….
Call your loved ones! .. Or … write a few words about how you like them! …
It’s such a little … so so much !!!
