miércoles, 11 de noviembre de 2009
Painter: Kahlo Frida. Part 5
Me and My Doll. 1937. Oil on metal. 40 x 32 cm. Private collection.
Me and My Parrots. 1941. Oil on canvas 81 x 62.2 cm. Private collection.
Memory. 1937. Oil on metal. 38 x 48.2 cm. Dolores Olmedo Foundation, Mexico City, Mexico.
Moses. 1945.Oil on Masonite. 94 x 50.8 cm. Private collection.
My Birth. 1932. Oil on metal. 31 x 35 cm. Private collection.
Music: Seal - Kiss from a rose
There is so much a man can tell you,
..there....................woa...
So much he can say.
there's so much inside.
You remain,
you.......
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.. yeah.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
Chorus 1
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Chorus 2
Baby,
I've...
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
been.............. kissed from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
...ooh...........the..
Stranger it feels, yeah
stranger it feels, ...yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey,
Bridge
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
...I've been.......................I've...
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grey.
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
...I've been.......................I've...
...And if I should fall, at all
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grey.
Verse 3
There is so much a man can tell you,
..there....................woa...
So much he can say.
there's so much inside.
You remain
you.......
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah (L)
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
Chorus 1
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
the light that you shine can be seen.
Chorus 2
Baby,
I've...
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
been.............. kissed from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
...ooh...........the..
Stranger it feels, yeah
stranger it feels.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
I've..........been kissed from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
...ooh...........the..
Stranger it feels, yeah
stranger it feels. ...yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom
aah-ee-aah...
A light hits the gloom on the grey
aah-ee-aah...
Outro
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ba da da da ba ba ee ah
Ba ya ya ba ba de ba da da da ah ya ya
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
Music: Emiliana Torrini - To be free - Lyrics
Once in a house on a hill
A boy got angry
He broke into my heart
For a day and a night
I stayed beside him
Until I had no hope
So I came down the hill
Of course I was hurt
But then I started to think
It shouldn't hurt me to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
There's a bar by the dock
Where I found myself
Drinking with this man
He offered me a cigarette
And I accepted
'Cause it's been a very long time
As it burned 'till the end
I thought of the boy
No one could ever forget
It shouldn't hurt me to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself
To pull myself together
But if it's so good being free
Would you mind telling me
Why I don't know what to do with myself.
Painter: Kahlo Frida. Part 4
Girl with Death Mask. 1938. Oil on metal. 19.8 x 14.7 cm. Private collection.
Henry Ford Hospital. 1932. Oil on metal. 31.1 x 39.3 cm. Dolores Olmedo Foundation, Mexico
Itzcuintli Dog with Me. 1938. Oil on canvas. 28 x 20 cm. Private collection.
Luther Burbank. 1931. Oil on Masonite. 88 x 62 cm. Dolores Olmedo Foundation, Mexico City, Mexico.
Magnolias. 1945. Oil on masonite. 41.2 x 57 cm. Private collection.
Music: The Velvet Underground - Stephanie says
Stephanie says that she wants to know
Why she's given half her life, to people she hates now
Stephanie says when answering the phone
What country shall I say is calling from across the world
But she's not afraid to die, the people all call her Alaska
Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind
Stephanie says that she wants to know
Why it is though she's the door She can't be the room
Stephanie says but doesn't hang up the phone
What city shall I say is calling from across the world
But she's not afraid to die, the people all call her Alaska
Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind
She asks you is it good or bad
It's such an icy feeling it's so cold in Alaska,
it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska
Dibujo científico. Una forma de arte: Ernst Haeckel. Part 5, Scientific drawing. A form of art: Ernst Haeckel. Part 5
Prosobranchia
Spumellaria
Stephoidea
Tetracoralla
Gamochonia
He puesto la obra de Haeckel con mucho amor. Está en mi infancia, cuando me deslumbraba, aún lo hago, con las ciencias. Gracias eternas Ernst Haeckel
I've put the work of Haeckel with much love. It's in my childhood, when he dazzled me, still doing, with the sciences. Thanks eternal Ernst Haeckel
Music: Emiliana Torrini - Summerbreeze - Lyrics
It might have been a while
Since you've been loved
Like you should be loved
It might have been a while
Since you've been kissed
Like you should be kissed
In tender loving arms
Might be something you miss
Well summerbreeze is blowing through your window
And summerbreeze is blowing through your hair
And something in your eyes that you cannot disguise
Don't tell me it ain't there
It might have been a while
Since you've been loved
By one who really loves you
It might have been a while
Since you could trust
That someone really cares
When people like us
Meant to go 'round in pairs
Summerbreeze is blowing through your window
And summerbreeze is blowing through your hair
Something in your eyes that took me by surprise
Don't tell me that it ain't there
Thanks to: http://www.lyricstime.com/emiliana-torrini-summerbreeze-lyrics.html
Painter: Bosch Hieronymus. Part 3
Crucifixion of St. Julia (Triptych). Oil on panel. Palazzo Ducale, Venice, Italy.
Death of the Miser. 1490. Oil on panel. National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC, USA.
Death of the Reprobate. Oil on panel. Private collection, New York, USA.
Ecce Homo. 1485-1490. Oil on panel. Philadelphia Museum of Art, Philadelphia, PA, USA.
Ecce Homo. 1490. Oil on panel. Städelsches Kunstinstitut mit Städtischer Galeria, France.
Epiphany (Triptych). c. 1510. Oil on panel. Museo del Prado, Madrid, Spain.
Music: The Isley Brothers - Shout
Sobre pisos enjabonados no se los recomiendo.
Over soapy floors I do not recommend.
