WONDERFUL The atmosphere the colours , the expression that bloomms my fantasy
Take my last post...my dear friend
"I anticipate the nightfall. In my porch the plants breathe my thoughts. The blossoms of the lemon tree rouse me with their perfume and my hair roots, as cut live wires burning the verbs I want to you to say. Melancholic composition because of this saint days, drearily end, painful bulletins of news. The culture of depression accompanies, as long as more authorisation and mechanically becomes, these days of Easter. Catatonia in all. Tie my lead again. Differently I will leave with the clouds, with the lilacs of epitaph and the shades of procession. I will leave with the nightly bulletins at 8, with that tyre there that turns in the end of grade, there where your hovering house is, with the voice of Piaf. With your last inspiration. Leave under the love that you sew and touched that red patron, full from your own love. Small and fresh as puppy. April comes and my heart is tightened, as when I see you swallowing my humid form. These days I ask everything very fast. If it is possible in one day. In one day you cannot know a city, how rather a person. Do you hear me? I anticipate the nightfall exhausted from the kisses of the day. Exhausted from my will to have you, without you knowing that. I resemble as depressing literary idol that anticipates the next day. As character out of space. If somebody does not shout my name, I will remain sited in this porch, forgotten, to anticipate the nightfall with you. I will seat like that for hours, months perhaps years too. My nails will lengthen my hair too. The clothes I wear will date on me, as motionless I will stand. The seasons will change in and outside of me. The snow will cover me, also frozen, I will anticipate the first outbreak of bud, the hit of the sun in my back, and then the crucifixion that sweep the board, with the resurrection too. And later, his birth again. Stay a little while I will bring from the basement the vacuum cleaner to sucks the dust of your dreams that is rubbed between them as Sisyphean Stones. I flew mine this morning with the spoiled foods that I had in the refrigerator. The smell of days me follows me. Old books lay down in the floor. Nakedly without bookmarks, left in page 69, without no shame. They don’t care at all because they will not commune these days. If I kiss your mouth, neither am I, neither my Holy imperative is. I do not have something else I say, I think, I anticipate. I do not have neither a broken vessel in my eyes, neither a drop blood runs from my nose, thinking the error that is returned. It is Better that you do not understand. I go to bring my nails. Profuse bleeding, the bleeding of springtime!"
Great emotion, I think sadness as well Harlequin. Beautiful work! I especially like the top piece, very expressive, I feel there is turmoil and regret in these faces.
Quella è la combinazione della mia vita! non togliere prego da me!! ho appena quel now.take uno specchio per lei, voi non sono in modo da Male, in ogni modo voi ho due figlie, sono di destra?
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BOLD!!! Lots of power and expression! Your work is full of energy!
Great expression and colours!
Is there a way i could see enlarged the one at the bottom?
WONDERFUL
The atmosphere the colours
, the expression that bloomms my fantasy
Take my last post...my dear friend
"I anticipate the nightfall. In my porch the plants breathe my thoughts. The blossoms of the lemon tree rouse me with their perfume and my hair roots, as cut live wires burning the verbs I want to you to say. Melancholic composition because of this saint days, drearily end, painful bulletins of news. The culture of depression accompanies, as long as more authorisation and mechanically becomes, these days of Easter. Catatonia in all. Tie my lead again. Differently I will leave with the clouds, with the lilacs of epitaph and the shades of procession. I will leave with the nightly bulletins at 8, with that tyre there that turns in the end of grade, there where your hovering house is, with the voice of Piaf. With your last inspiration. Leave under the love that you sew and touched that red patron, full from your own love. Small and fresh as puppy. April comes and my heart is tightened, as when I see you swallowing my humid form. These days I ask everything very fast. If it is possible in one day. In one day you cannot know a city, how rather a person. Do you hear me? I anticipate the nightfall exhausted from the kisses of the day. Exhausted from my will to have you, without you knowing that. I resemble as depressing literary idol that anticipates the next day. As character out of space. If somebody does not shout my name, I will remain sited in this porch, forgotten, to anticipate the nightfall with you. I will seat like that for hours, months perhaps years too. My nails will lengthen my hair too. The clothes I wear will date on me, as motionless I will stand. The seasons will change in and outside of me. The snow will cover me, also frozen, I will anticipate the first outbreak of bud, the hit of the sun in my back, and then the crucifixion that sweep the board, with the resurrection too.
And later, his birth again. Stay a little while I will bring from the basement the vacuum cleaner to sucks the dust of your dreams that is rubbed between them as Sisyphean Stones. I flew mine this morning with the spoiled foods that I had in the refrigerator.
The smell of days me follows me. Old books lay down in the floor. Nakedly without bookmarks, left in page 69, without no shame. They don’t care at all because they will not commune these days. If I kiss your mouth, neither am I, neither my Holy imperative is. I do not have something else I say, I think, I anticipate. I do not have neither a broken vessel in my eyes, neither a drop blood runs from my nose, thinking the error that is returned. It is Better that you do not understand. I go to bring my nails. Profuse bleeding, the bleeding of springtime!"
Thanks! i 'm glad you did it- i enjoy so much being able to take a closer look, it is amazing!
Veryyyyyyyyyyy nice!It's you, Harlequin!:-)
同意你的看法, 每個人都像小丑般的取悅別人!但是不是可悲呢? 可就看各自的態度和造化了, 你將自己幻化在小丑的圖像裏, 是一種自嘲? 也是解壓? 就畫畫而言, it's very nice ! 但我所鍾情的小丑形象, 可兩者都不是!
What a beautiful work toy have! thank you.
Great emotion, I think sadness as well Harlequin. Beautiful work! I especially like the top piece, very expressive, I feel there is turmoil and regret in these faces.
ciao
e` molto vivi.
come la vita mia.
ti ringrazio per il tuo fatto per me.
ciao
Ciao Giovanni
Quella è la combinazione della mia vita! non togliere prego da me!! ho appena quel now.take uno specchio per lei, voi non sono in modo da Male, in ogni modo voi ho due figlie, sono di destra?
Ciao
beautifull Harlequin great expression.
Oh Harlequin,
I´m so happy whit your visit!
Thanks for all the beauty words!
The tango's images are great, very strong!
Thanks for all!
我喜歡第一和第三張的動感，像是人生裡的浮浮沉沉！
Great Harlequin,
Another great serie!!
have a nice weekend
Hi Harlequin
Hi friend
Today I visit distant earth friends
it gives much pleasure me
Good Harlequin for Harlequin!!
chau
I hadn't seen the third (bottom) one. I like the composition and the mixed textures.
that's great, man!
did you use reference from corneliu baba?
he often painted harlequins and mad kings.
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