Friday, October 31, 2014

Tomas Taure Alonso / A shoe and boot




Tsokaya playfully along the path,
A shoe with an elegant heel
Flaunted on lovely legs
Pink evening fireflies.



Suddenly shiny lacquered shoes -
Young, perky, full of energy,
As if invited to a duel
Slipper to the asphalt crushed.



- Help! Well look at that!
What do you get up, a smart aleck!
- Oh, I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry that I scared you!



And shoes, Orobie little,
In the side, embarrassed, away,
Hesitated beside the track
And went a little distance ...



There, not far, he loomed
A few hours, but can - days
And more and more started
Even in something like it to her.



Slipper thought about it,
Distracted, and a cheerful squeal
Suddenly flew into the air like a rocket,
Stopped, and began to fall down



And fell down on his back in bed,
Landing softly on the carpet.
Looked around - just tie dress.
Heard someone laughing and talking ...



And brilliant comet yarkoyu
As if from the sky, painted bell,
At her flying shoes this. . .
"Oh, squirt! Once you are on top! Ah!

Leo Dolgachev









Spanish artist Tomas Taure Alonso, a native of Barcelona.
Thomas was not an artist -by education, he is a doctor, a surgeon.
Since 2000, he studied in the studio of the artist Roberto Fuentes.
His works are in private collections in Spain, France, Germany, UK, Italy, Brazil, USA, Argentina and Mexico



 









Tomas Taure Alonso

Andre Dejardins / Without you, just ... not as a




You do not know how to fade the whole world,
If you long to you, I do not see.
If the solar eye near there,
Something dark in me and bright Paris.



You do not know how to run cold shower
In those places where your voice can not be heard,
And I think - can not breathe,
And the heartbeat of everything quieter.

You do not know how painful dreams
If you do not come into their secret,
Warm wind, the breath of spring
And unsolicited kindness random.



Without you - I desert land.
Without you - stuffy sky dome.
Without you - just ... like without you.

Eva Ahtaeva




















farewell glance
Not tolerate further ado,
Though eager to get into the air everything that had accumulated.

Farewell glance ...
To him - you're not ready.
Love boat dislike about broke.

Farewell glance ....
Moment only one.
But it seems like it takes years.

  Farewell glance ...
What's next - all the same!
Wave times will cover all adversities.

farewell glance
Hope tormented.
But do not turn back nor dreams, nor cute.

  farewell glance
Not be confused with others!
And cheat fate - not in our power!

Eva Ahtaeva









Canadian artist Andre Desjardins was born in the small Canadian town of Hauterive, Quebec, on the north bank of the St. Lawrence March 2, 1964
He graduated from the University of Montreal with a bachelor's degree in iskusstva.Suschnost life appears with each brush stroke,
each texture and color transform a blank canvas into a statement
about the mysteries of life, love and our universe.
Today, the artist devotes his time and energy, passion and emotion
to create images of beauty and humanity, as the founder of Visual Emotionism.
Art Dejardins, stretches to touch the soul,
he expects the emotional reaction of the viewers on his paintings.


Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Mamzelka .... Madame Irina, you pozdravlyalka! Happy Birthday IRIS!







Let awaken the dawn hubbub
red curls fuete ...
a tray of candy with rum,
windy cup of latte ...
And a huge bouquet of irises,
blue-blue as the sky,
from raging Paris,
Caring for the trouble ...
Suppose you steal hugs
the most gentle hands in the world,
tipped into the abyss of happiness ...


Look ..... you or anyone not recalled this young, little-mamzelka caramel ?!
True it does not have your curls, but you have one dream - to become a ballerina!



Reed, girl, vine
And inspiration eyes
How to sing marvelous songs
In the passage of light and in flight.
All life is a fairy tale and dream
What creates beauty
In an effort to eternal perfection,
Likened carefree childhood
In the game of life on the stage,
When the arena - the entire Earth.










And not mamzelka you ....

Ah, madam! You are talking to be happy,
Surprised and tender such
Serene, free, beautiful,
You are not led by the laziness and rest.
Inspired by a beautiful dream,
Forgetting grief and pain,
The heart of a loving word, soul,
Stay Irisha this!


Well, I have suffered .............
so you will be receiving guests and giving away treats





Everything here ..... you're tired .....



You're in a circle of friends
kindle the spark of happiness.
Birthday suddenly
embraces us by the shoulders.
and presents all knowingly,
cake with the name of "pleasure":
this morning I'll
Happy birthday!

These are the cakes - it too you!








Once a year, as in the song, birthday,
Hail and well from the soul,
For you nature awakening,
For you spring singing in the silence.
Year-trampoline taken thee as before,
Year of other dreams puzzled
Fervent hope and trust!
Happy Birthday! Happiness and good luck!

Irina, darling! from the heart - Happy Birthday!




And still waiting for you your favorite, wise dragons .....