Patrick Rochon – Light Painting Master
I love you for all the women I haven't known
I love you for all the times in which I haven't lived
For the scent of the wide open spaces and the smell of hot bread
For the melting snow and for the first flowers
For the innocent animals which haven't been frightened by man
I love you to love
I love you for all the women I don't love

Who reflects me if not you yourself-I see myself so little
Without you I see nothing but an empty space
Between those other times and today
There have been all those deaths that I have crossed on straw
I have not been able to break through the wall of my mirror
I've had to learn life word by word
How one forgets

I love you for all the wisdom, which is not mine
For health
I love you against everything which is only illusion
For that immortal heart over which I have no power
You think that you are doubt but you're just reason
You are the powerful sun that rushes to my head
When I am sure of myself
Poetry - Paul Éluard

Volim te za sve zene koje nisam upoznao
Volim te za sva vremena u kojima nisam zivio
Zbog mirisa velike pucine i mirisa topla hleba
Zbog snijega sto se topi i prvih cvjetova
Zbog cednih zivotinja kojih se covjek ne plasi
Volim te zbog voljenja
Volim te zbog svih zena koje ne volim

Jedino u tebi ja se dobro vidim
Bez tebe ne vidim nista nego siroku pustos
Izmedju nekad i danas
Postojale su sve te smrti sto sam ih
ostavio za plotom
Nisam mogao probiti zid svog ogledala
Morao sam uciti zivot slovo po slovo
Kako se zaboravlja

Volim te zbog tvoje mudrosti koja nije moja
Zbog zdravlja
Volim te uprkos svim obmanama
Zbog tog besmrtnog srca sto ga ne zadrzavam
Ti mislis da si sumlja a nisi nego razum
Ti si veliko sunce sto mi na glavu sjeda
Kad sam siguran u sebe samog.

poezija -Paul Éluard

creative art pictures by kellyjerk - Photobucket

Ukrašću tvoju senku, obući je na sebe i pokazivati svima.
Bićeš moj način odevanja svega nežnog i tajnog.
Pa i onda, kad dotraješ,
iskrzanu, izbledelu, neću te sa sebe skidati.
Na meni ćeš se raspasti.
Jer ti si jedini način da pokrijem golotinju ove detinje duše.
I da se više ne stidim pred biljem i pred pticama.
Na poderanim mestima zajedno ćemo plakati.
Zašivaću te vetrom.
Posle ću, znam, pobrkati moju kožu s tvojom.
Ne znam da li meshvataš: to nije prožimanje.
To je umivanje tobom.
Ljubav je čišćenje nekim.
Ljubav je nečiji miris, sav izatkan po nama.
Tetoviranje maštom.
Evo, silazi sumrak, i svet postaje hladniji.
Ti si moj način toplog.
Obući ću te na sebe da se, ovako pokipeo, ne prehladim od studeni svog straha i samoće.


poem by - Miroslav Antic

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.