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

Compilation

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La mémoire du phonographe

Posted in art, video with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2012 by Zarbis Art Videos

Memories, Gramophone, Board, Music, Love, Flower, Magnolia, Dance, Childhood, Beauty, Life, Duration, Gloss, Trends, Garden, Poem, Elisabeth, Žarkov R, Žarbis

Ta musique mon amour, ô oui la tienne.
Me revient subitement en mémoire.
J’étais partie en terre sienne!
Mais dis-moi donc pourquoi toi?!

J ‘entends toujours dans mon coeur vertueux
Cette rengaine celle-là de notre enfance!
C’était gravé dans le gramophone dispendieux?!
Dis chéri pourquoi ainsi tu me hantes !

Dans ce vieux manoir qui fut nôtre
d’où j y ai laissé ?D’où je veux y revenir.
Et je voudrais que tu saches que l’ombre
Souvent, mon amour, peut ressembler à l’avenir.

Moi je suis née en Septembre fut l’automne
Toi en juillet où fleurissent les feuilles d’ été,
Et chantent les fleurs dans le trinôme,
Qui était maintenant plus aucun doute rayé;

L’histoire mon amour tu la connais est faite
De roses à peine écloses dont je suis moi,
Et lorsqu’il faudra que cette fois je te fasse fête,
Alors Milord, souvenez-vous devant vous j’étais pantoise

Je reviens de grande terre vous dire ô que j’aime
Cette musique de ce temps, ce temps-là ,
Lorsque j’étais blottie dans vos bras sans haine
Souvenez? Cela danse, danse sous le magnolia.

Ta musique mon amour, ô oui la tienne
Me revient subitement en mémoire.
J’étais partie en terre sienne!
Mais dis-moi donc pourquoi toi?!

Me revoilà. t’offrir cette musique d’antan!
Do ré mi fa sol et l’argenterie qui sonne,
Dans ce vieux gramophone chenapan,
Où l’été dictaphone dans l’électrophone.

Allez viens Milord je t’emmène prendre le vent.
Et que demain fasse que sous pluie ou soleil
Peu nous importe la vie est belle dans ce roman
Le tien, le mien, celui que nous avons écrit hier.

Elisabeth Žarkov

Saffron

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

Saffron, Sky, Earth, Ribbon, Fire, Feather, Lady, Hat, Head, Silhouette, Death, Time, Space, Landscape, Light, Flowers, Trends, Wrap, Past, Infinity, Film, Poem, Žarkov R. Elisabeth, Žarbis

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