sábado, 11 de mayo de 2013

Painter: Renoir Pierre-Auguste - Flores - Flowers - Part 12 - Links


Pierre-August Renoir Anemones 

Pierre-August Renoir Anemones

Pierre-August Renoir Anemones 

Pierre-August Renoir Anemones 

Pierre-August Renoir Arum and Conservatory Plants.

Pierre-August Renoir Basket of Flowers

Pierre-August Renoir Bouquet in front of a Mirror

Pierre-August Renoir Bouquet of Chrysanthemums

Pierre-August Renoir Bouquet of Flowers

Pierre-August Renoir Bouquet of Flowers

Pierre-August Renoir Bouquet of Flowers

Pierre-August Renoir Bouquet of Roses 

Pierre-August Renoir Bouquet of Roses 

Pierre-August Renoir Bouquet of Roses 

Pierre-August Renoir Bouquet of Roses 

Pierre-August Renoir Bouquet

Pierre-August Renoir Crown of Roses

Pierre-August Renoir Dahlias and Asters

Pierre-August Renoir Dahlias

Pierre-August Renoir Floral Headband

Pierre-August Renoir Flower Study

Pierre-August Renoir Flowers and Fruit

Pierre-August Renoir Flowers and Fruit 



 

Painter: Renoir Pierre-Auguste - Flores - Flowers - Part 12 - Links



Ricardo M Marcenaro - Facebook
Blogs in operation of The Solitary Dog:

Solitary Dog Sculptor:

 byricardomarcenaro.blogspot.com
Solitary Dog Sculptor I:
 
byricardomarcenaroi.blogspot.com/

Para:
comunicarse conmigo
marcenaroescultor@gmail.com

For:
contact me
marcenaroescultor@gmail.com

My blogs are an open house to all cultures, religions and countries. Be a follower if you like it, with this action you are building a new culture of tolerance, open mind and heart for peace, love and human respect. Thanks :)


Mis blogs son una casa abierta a todas las culturas, religiones y países. Se un seguidor si quieres, con esta acción usted está construyendo una nueva cultura de la tolerancia, la mente y el corazón abiertos para la paz, el amor y el respeto humano. Gracias:)



(::)


Poesia: Juan Ramon Jimenez - ¡Inteligencia. dame - Vino. primero pura - Links


 ¡Inteligencia, dame
el nombre exacto de las cosas!
. . . Que mi palabra sea
la cosa misma
creada por mi alma nuevamente.
Que por mí vayan todos
los que no las conocen, a las cosas;
que por mí vayan todos
los que ya las olvidan, a las cosas;
que por mí vayan todos
los mismos que las aman, a las cosas . . .
¡Inteligencia, dame
el nombre exacto, y tuyo,
y suyo, y mío, de las cosas!


Vino, primero pura,
vestida de inocencia;
y la amé como un niño
Luego se fue vistiendo
de no sé qué ropajes;
y la fui odiando, sin saberlo.
Llegó a ser una reina,
fastuosa de tesoros
¡Que iracundia de yel y sin sentido!
. . . Mas se fue desnudando.
Y yo le sonreía.
Se quedó con la túnica
de su inocencia antigua.
Creí de nuevo en ella.
Y se quitó la túnica,
y apareció desnuda toda . . .
¡Oh pasión de mi vida, poesía
desnuda, mía para siempre!

Juan Ramón Jiménez


Poesia: Juan Ramon Jimenez -  ¡Inteligencia. dame - Vino. primero pura - Links
 








Ricardo M Marcenaro - Facebook
Blogs in operation of The Solitary Dog:

Solitary Dog Sculptor:

 byricardomarcenaro.blogspot.com
Solitary Dog Sculptor I:
 
byricardomarcenaroi.blogspot.com/

Para:
comunicarse conmigo
marcenaroescultor@gmail.com

For:
contact me
marcenaroescultor@gmail.com

My blogs are an open house to all cultures, religions and countries. Be a follower if you like it, with this action you are building a new culture of tolerance, open mind and heart for peace, love and human respect. Thanks :)


Mis blogs son una casa abierta a todas las culturas, religiones y países. Se un seguidor si quieres, con esta acción usted está construyendo una nueva cultura de la tolerancia, la mente y el corazón abiertos para la paz, el amor y el respeto humano. Gracias:)



(::)


Poetry: Thomas Hardy - The Darkling Thrush - The Going of the Battery Wives. (Lament) - Links


The Darkling Thrush

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fevourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

 The Going of the Battery Wives. (Lament)

I

O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough -
Light in their loving as soldiers can be -
First to risk choosing them, leave alone losing them
Now, in far battle, beyond the South Sea! . . .

II

- Rain came down drenchingly; but we unblenchingly
Trudged on beside them through mirk and through mire,
They stepping steadily--only too readily! -
Scarce as if stepping brought parting-time nigher.

III

Great guns were gleaming there, living things seeming there,
Cloaked in their tar-cloths, upmouthed to the night;
Wheels wet and yellow from axle to felloe,
Throats blank of sound, but prophetic to sight.

IV

Gas-glimmers drearily, blearily, eerily
Lit our pale faces outstretched for one kiss,
While we stood prest to them, with a last quest to them
Not to court perils that honour could miss.

V

Sharp were those sighs of ours, blinded these eyes of ours,
When at last moved away under the arch
All we loved. Aid for them each woman prayed for them,
Treading back slowly the track of their march.

VI

Someone said: "Nevermore will they come: evermore
Are they now lost to us." O it was wrong!
Though may be hard their ways, some Hand will guard their ways,
Bear them through safely, in brief time or long.

VII

- Yet, voices haunting us, daunting us, taunting us,
Hint in the night-time when life beats are low
Other and graver things . . . Hold we to braver things,
Wait we, in trust, what Time's fulness shall show.
Poetry: Thomas Hardy - The Darkling Thrush - The Going of the Battery Wives. (Lament) - Links
 





Cuento:

Poetry:
 

Ricardo M Marcenaro - Facebook
Blogs in operation of The Solitary Dog:

Solitary Dog Sculptor:

 byricardomarcenaro.blogspot.com
Solitary Dog Sculptor I:
 
byricardomarcenaroi.blogspot.com/

Para:
comunicarse conmigo
marcenaroescultor@gmail.com

For:
contact me
marcenaroescultor@gmail.com

My blogs are an open house to all cultures, religions and countries. Be a follower if you like it, with this action you are building a new culture of tolerance, open mind and heart for peace, love and human respect. Thanks :)


Mis blogs son una casa abierta a todas las culturas, religiones y países. Se un seguidor si quieres, con esta acción usted está construyendo una nueva cultura de la tolerancia, la mente y el corazón abiertos para la paz, el amor y el respeto humano. Gracias:)



(::)


Poesia: Rabindranath Tagore - Non andartene amore - Vita della mia vita... - Links Tagore in English - Italiano - Espanol


    Non andartene amore

    Non andartene, amore, senza avvertirmi.
    Ho vegliato tutta la notte e ora i miei occhi
    sono pesanti di sonno.
    Ho paura di perderti mentre dormo.
    Non andartene, amore, senza avvertirmi.

    Mi sveglio e stendo le mani per toccarti. Ti sento e
    mi domando: "E' un sogno?"
    Oh, potessi stringere i tuoi piedi col mio cuore
    e tenerli stretti al mio petto!
    Non andartene, amore, senza avvertirmi.

    Rabindranath Tagore
 
     Vita della mia vita...

    Vita della mia vita,
    sempre cercherò di conservare
    puro il mio corpo,
    sapendo che la tua carezza vivente
    mi sfiora tutte le membra.

    Sempre cercherò di allontanare
    ogni falsità dai miei pensieri,
    sapendo che tu sei la verità
    che nella mente
    mi ha acceso la luce della ragione.

    Sempre cercherò di scacciare
    ogni malvagità dal mio cuore,
    e di farvi fiorire l'amore,
    sapendo che hai la tua dimora
    nel più profondo del cuore.

    E sempre cercherò nelle mie azioni
    di rivelare te,
    sapendo che è il tuo potere
    che mi dà la forza di agire.



Español:

English:

Italiano:






Poesia: Rabindranath Tagore - Non andartene amore - Vita della mia vita... - Links Tagore in English - Italiano - Espanol




Ricardo M Marcenaro - Facebook
Blogs in operation of The Solitary Dog:

Solitary Dog Sculptor:

 byricardomarcenaro.blogspot.com
Solitary Dog Sculptor I:
 
byricardomarcenaroi.blogspot.com/



Para:
comunicarse conmigo
marcenaroescultor@gmail.com

For:
contact me
marcenaroescultor@gmail.com

My blogs are an open house to all cultures, religions and countries. Be a follower if you like it, with this action you are building a new culture of tolerance, open mind and heart for peace, love and human respect. Thanks :)


Mis blogs son una casa abierta a todas las culturas, religiones y países. Se un seguidor si quieres, con esta acción usted está construyendo una nueva cultura de la tolerancia, la mente y el corazón abiertos para la paz, el amor y el respeto humano. Gracias:)



(::)