Grazie molto per il vostro commento gentile, come sfida sono da paragonare a WU KAUN ZON? È matrice, io sono harlequin giusto. in ogni modo, ringraziamenti A proposito, dove è l'albero di pero?
It is 5 o’ clock in the afternoon and the night has been here already. Was the night always so dark? In the kitchen the radio plays a song of nirvana. I drink milk with chocolate and I have in front of me three books. It reminds me then when i went to school, back then in the warmth of a constant house. Such hour simply we read our homework. Also they were all so absolute and reconciled having the same program of each and every day. I did not want to change my program just like I knew that would come days of horrible inversions. The adultness is a small death, the first slap after father’s slap.
Is not the absent of love from the lives of persons. Lies. You can find love here, there outside and is available for all. But can i say my truth? Do not believe in all these that i am saying to you .
I found in the entry once again your letter. I brought it as loot above, with me. My chocolate milk has finished with your words. The pain in the breast also passed since I finished reading your letter. For the alleviation of symptoms of mental infections I have your words. Your words as a candy that I dissolve late in my mouth each two or three hours. Your words to me are granted without medical recipe. If the symptoms insist I run through parasitize of your existence and I am consulted by you. And then behind humidity vague and wetted panes you say to me that a rightly analyzed question can contain his answer. I empty my brain above you, as a person empties his bag. I am not ashamed for what you will see... I am ashamed for what you want to see and I will never show it to you. What is in small secret pockets and has to do with very personal scars. I want to open my soul to you, as I open a shirt, a fat coat and leave it to fall softly in the floor, revealing thus the nakedness of my body, but I do not have the time. A new night gives to me her breast and I, in the depth of my palate, have your words, nevertheless is cheerful. Simply cheerful.
18 Comments:
ciao
forte
I tuoi quadri sono molto forte/
come fosse SING. WU KAUN ZON,pero` sono gusti tuoi proprio.
bravissimo
ciao
ciao Giovanni
Grazie molto per il vostro commento gentile, come sfida sono da paragonare a WU KAUN ZON? È matrice, io sono harlequin giusto. in ogni modo, ringraziamenti A proposito, dove è l'albero di pero?
Ciao Ciao
真好!還有感懷環境的浪漫情懷!
這就是藝術家與常人不同處,會美化心境, 請好好保持!世界會更好!
不過, 如果表現得更快樂一點, 用彩墨畫, 如何?
閣下真是好一個詩情畫意的人呢!
您喜歡旅遊嗎? 對於旅遊寫生, 您有沒有可以分享給我們的經驗? 我覺得用攝影記錄旅遊所見跟用畫畫似乎有所不同, 攝影比較屬於記實而畫畫卻彷彿在圖像之外也把畫者所見的觀感用畫筆一倂寫入圖畫中了,像寫意,對嗎?或許有機會的話,可以辦一下旅遊寫生之旅喔!
I can still feel the light shining through the winds. The less detail are in the picture, the more imagination we have.
They brushstrokes have freshness, interesting results. Greetings
啊!這就是人生,不過我可以感受到你圖畫裡流動的色彩,這些風景似乎有無限的可能變化!
你真是多才多藝,我也很想學義大利文,不過目前沒什麼時間,好厲害喔!
All this ink and paint are you? Is very good his movement. Excus me english.
Hello from Spain, and from LA MANCHA, were i live whith DON QUIJOTE.
I love these latest ones. I believe that sometimes the memory of a place is more accurate than the reality. Great work.
Excellent. Change of mood! Gray or sepia, landscapes for sure. I like all you can express with a few lines. I really really enjoy these aquarels.
Hello Harlequin
Any time Great! Congratulations, very good job.
Take care
其樂
感謝到訪留言,初見名號,嚇了一跳,因為我大五時的系主任與您筆名相同。
它應該要看得出顏色才好,可惜我功力還不夠
小魚兒
新朋友加入,真好!但從您留言,彷彿相熟?
是否曾參加過彩田花蓮藝術之旅?近來我多採直接回訪留言者部落格並答覆留言,歡迎加入Blogger家族,可在Blogger登錄或參訪承雲子,有捷徑登錄。
Miragee
意大利文留言的Giovanni,是我的意大利文老師,是他逗著我玩的,妳別當真!
Giovanni是宜蘭人,但他似乎是送子鳥太早投蛋了,長像完全就是意大利人,旅居意大利十餘年,是國內第一把意語通譯及教學交椅,等妳有空吧!也希望他能撥空設個意大利語教學部落格。
your drawings are beautiful and expressive! :)
Hello, Harlequinpan.
All these works are wonderful, very sensitive. (Sorry... my english is awful).
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My text for you
"verbal painkillers"
It is 5 o’ clock in the afternoon and the night has been here already. Was the night always so dark? In the kitchen the radio plays a song of nirvana. I drink milk with chocolate and I have in front of me three books. It reminds me then when i went to school, back then in the warmth of a constant house. Such hour simply we read our homework. Also they were all so absolute and reconciled having the same program of each and every day. I did not want to change my program just like I knew that would come days of horrible inversions. The adultness is a small death, the first slap after father’s slap.
Is not the absent of love from the lives of persons. Lies. You can find love here, there outside and is available for all. But can i say my truth? Do not believe in all these that i am saying to you .
I found in the entry once again your letter. I brought it as loot above, with me. My chocolate milk has finished with your words. The pain in the breast also passed since I finished reading your letter. For the alleviation of symptoms of mental infections I have your words. Your words as a candy that I dissolve late in my mouth each two or three hours. Your words to me are granted without medical recipe. If the symptoms insist I run through parasitize of your existence and I am consulted by you. And then behind humidity vague and wetted panes you say to me that a rightly analyzed question can contain his answer. I empty my brain above you, as a person empties his bag. I am not ashamed for what you will see... I am ashamed for what you want to see and I will never show it to you. What is in small secret pockets and has to do with very personal scars. I want to open my soul to you, as I open a shirt, a fat coat and leave it to fall softly in the floor, revealing thus the nakedness of my body, but I do not have the time. A new night gives to me her breast and I, in the depth of my palate, have your words, nevertheless is cheerful. Simply cheerful.
你的寫生意境很美!
I love your style!
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