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Posted in art, video with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2012 by Zarbis Art Videos


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Posted in art, video with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 20, 2012 by Zarbis Art Videos

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I have run out of words to tell you I love you Earth
I went to the sky to find the feather of hell
Will I survive the Stone Age Fire?

If I manage to save a few species
I do not want to draw any glory from it
Nor money, nor a decoration and Justice be

See, Lord, how I lose my head over this
Lord from where? What do I know, me the rebel
Who comes from brotherly flames, I am so

At the source I take the words so understood they will be
A long time ago a world was only asking to live
After six thousand years here and there towns went to sleep

By I do not know what maybe ignorance
Where fire was burnt by intolerance
There is there distrust in alternation

While there is no more water in the fields
And the light of heaven is refusing her perceptivity
She gave so much and so much kindness

After so many wars under breezes devoid of meaning
Go say to the dictators that she is coming back from ancient times
The Earth who abounds in loving flowers

Mighty people hear these thousand words from the white dove
Her feathers are turned lovely by them they announce spring
Hello centuries back from wars sailing before the wind
They are slowly drained

Children coming from past times refuse to destroy the Earth
From those fires in which heather over one’s shoulder is dying
See Princes, Tyrants how the sky angers

In your letters made of nuclear alchemies
It’s the same old story welded to our miseries
We forget Fire Sky and Earth

I have run out of words to tell you I love you Earth
I went to the sky to find the feather of hell
Will I survive Stone Age Fire?

See my back broken by all this hell on earth
Exploring osmosis in Universe
I come back from Large Land rewinding the rout backwards

And I spend full nights to save the nightingale singing
Slowly announcing winds of change
By these nonsense where Time, partisan, elegantly discourses

Not to offend the Wind with all of these empty noises, only too often
A war has started there “oh it’s so far” says the guardian stallion
Go Mighty people and tell the flamboyant fires that Earth intolerates

Under the Earth who slowly gets exhausted under ivy
After so many wars rancid cavalier years
Go tell the Sky that I will go and pray on the ephemeral Fire

So that it becomes only a wavering Earth
Where water drop by drop is streaming
The Earth, Noble Lady with the saffron ribbon

Fleurs de printemps

Posted in art, video with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 28, 2012 by Zarbis Art Videos

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Flowers, Paints, Spring, Birds, Nature, Space, Motion, Rhythm, Spell, Awakening, Enthusiasm, Green, Beauty, Word, Inspiration, Landscape, Poetry, Elisabeth, Žarkov, Žarbis,

Comme des fleurs à peine ouvertes
Aux passants elles s’offrent, les roses
Toutes fraîchement cueillies un peu vertes
Mais sous la paume ô cette paume
Tant attendue par les roses printanières

Vont se donner aux mots d’un passant
Lui dit la vie en rose sous une prose
Quelques lettres tombées sur pétale blanc
Et les voilà les roses, petites roses au pays d’oz
Fleurs de printemps dans jardin de l’enchantement

Petites fleurs et poussez poussez quelques mots doux
Sur le parterre demain annonce l’été le plus beau né
Grand soleil faisant glousser jusqu’à nos bouches
Quelques gouttes de rosée élégamment déposées
Je ne sais où ! Attention lui le printemps il sait tout

C’est lui qui fait germer les fleurs aux si belles senteurs
Lorsque l’hiver dans son linceuil a tout fait mourir
Lumières et heures à nos fenêtres aussi froideur
Mais les sauveuses sont au rendez-vous de l’avenir
Fleurs de printemps faites-nous splendeur en couleur

Comme des fleurs à peine ouvertes
Aux passants elles s’offrirent les roses
Aujourd’hui grandes ouvertes elles atmosphèrent
L’air du jardin de nos anciennes équimoses
Plus de bleu plus de noir disent les printanières

Elisabeth Žarkov