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Tristan Dumlao. And the violin sobbed ...



A violin sobbed. Piercing and pitiful.
She caused tears in romantics and irritation in prose writers.
The girl did not know how to cry. Thin long fingers caught a melody.
Sounds formed into a beautiful song of cruel wind, which was born free. In a moment everything changed.
The instrument screamed for the pain of separation. It seemed that the gods were talking with its hard sounds. Another swing of the bow is another fate.



Her name was Maria. This name was not at all suited to this closed, strict girl, wearing a dark skirt and a black turtleneck.
Black violin ... White fingers. Black soul.
The violinist brought out unthinkable melodies that made people suffer, dream and believe.
She wanted to believe. Did not know how. Did not learn. She did not want to learn.
- Marie! - a bright French accent in the voice of this woman with an old-fashioned hairdo and thin glasses in horn frame, exploded the silence of the music.
It does not matter. Maria did not pay attention.
The violin laughed hysterically. I did not want anything - just listen to music, be music. Slick fingers ran around the neck. All is not important.
The girl was smiling. From this smile people creeped over the back. Her eyes were of an uncertain color, and the cold of the starless winter night was looking at them. A violin sobbed.
In the heart of Marie, she always sang, her strange otherworldly melody, like the howling of a solitary she-wolf, the cry of an eagle locked in a cage, the noise of a still free waterfall.


The girl walked leisurely along the metropolis street.
Black hair, like wings flew behind her back.
A stubborn gaze forced people to stop and part ways, giving her the way. She was carrying music.
That natural living melody, which many of us hear only in childhood. Maria heard her always.
I have long ceased to be afraid of making mistakes.
Fear of error drowned the music in her head and heart.
She destroyed fear. Just like love.
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Petrov Mikhail Olegovich Water, water, around the water!

And the second part of the paintings by Petrov Mikhail Olegovich. Here, without the philosophy of the universe, but simply positive for the sake of.
I wanted only to take away the winter, but, comrades, summer is coming soon!
And therefore let our life be in all its water diversity - both the snow and the sea.
And I put the pictures together. And do not get bored to. ))
Long live the cycle of water in nature!



Since morning frost ... The picture is good:
Puffed, sitting on the branches of birds,
A cloud - funny turtles -
Crawl on the edge of the sky slowly.

Not a breeze. As if the fireflies,
The rays sparkle on a diamond crumb ...
I'm in the mood, sunny cat,
I feed the bliss of January from my hand,

And he is about to end,
And he will sing his romances of a blizzard,
Begin February-shabby chasing in a circle
Snowflake naughty dance,

And there the spring heat will charm,
There will come a long-awaited happiness summer ...
So day after day the planet rotates
And gives a fairy tale under the name "life".

Lana Mayskaya








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Javier Gonzalez Pacheco about erotic watercolor

It is not known how old this artist is, but one can guess the characters and themes of his paintings. There are among them - Batman, the hero of the cult film, and a brave policeman in a civilian cloak - Nesh Bridges, and very emotional children, and astronauts who have long since flown off to the ends of the universe, but most of all girls are always beautiful and almost always naked. Also quite enough erotic scenes with their direct participation. From the above, a logical conclusion arises - or the artist has just come off from childhood, or it has permanently settled in his soul.




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Contrary to this conclusion, a high level is reached - it is the use of watercolors that makes such conclusions. The taming of this material is by the forces only true professionals. But the watercolor of Javier is not simple - it is an ordinary discord, because it combines the amazing qualities of these colors with the possibilities of digital contemporary art.

Javier Gonzalez Pacheco received academic training in Barcelona, his hometown. He is grateful to the fate that he grew up among the legacy left by Gaudi, and this could not but affect his work. Bright colors, geometric elements and orderly chaos become the frame of all his works, but, most of all, fit exactly the female erotic portrait. All the heroines are very dynamic, expressive, almost alive. And for the image they create, it's more than pleasant. Thanks to Barcelona, watercolors, Gaudi, but the greatest thanks are to the talent of the impulsive Spaniard, whose hand, in fact, keeps this hot brush.
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