Beautifully written. This landscape vividly conveys the mood of the sea. If an artist can express this, they have reached a high level of skill in marine painting. I am captivated by this artwork. ❯❯❯
I have translated almost all of Kais artwork titles (except for three), and I would like to receive confirmation of my work in the form of copyright protection. I hope to hear back from you soon. ❯❯❯
Magic... from the brush to colors! I gaze out the open window, It grants thoughts and visions, Of paintings arranged in a letter.
To him who is unfamiliar with the palette, Is unknown the language of feelings, In all those dreams that the lyre gives, From sadness, from love, and from passions!
He is blind to nature endlessly, He doesnt know that language... He only knows his own life sinfully! He wont hear a verse in his heart.
Magic... from the brush to colors! You gaze out the open window, It grants thoughts and visions, Of paintings arranged in a letter.
Oh! Our Autumn – Our Autumn!! Alexander Grigoriev 20 O! Autumn... this is our Autumn..!! -A tangled web of our days, The circular dance of autumn days for the genius of your Eyes..!
The circular dance of autumn days Gives rhythm to some, Happiness and enlightenment to others.., And to a third – a night for sleep.
But shes that broken one, And yet she is still a bourgeois woman, When she embellishes her old clothes again, Painting them in their original colors again.
And there is melancholy, just as there are sorrows, For our souls in different hues.., From warm days to the coolness of shawls.., For two steps, for different years.
Shes shy for a moment.., -Sometimes deliberately beautiful..., -Sometimes coquettishly jealous.., -A female character, what can you say.. -We are not given to understand it.
I love to wander slowly -In her possessions at sunset.., -To watch the colors jealously, When they silently keep their coolness.
To seek and find answers Under this slumbering sunset.., Not believing in omens at all, Dreaming of taming my soul.
I am – I was born to be with her from birth, -To her... – to Autumn in Her colors for us And therefore there is no regret For the cycle of Her years.
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Magic... from the brush to colors!
I gaze out the open window,
It grants thoughts and visions,
Of paintings arranged in a letter.
To him who is unfamiliar with the palette,
Is unknown the language of feelings,
In all those dreams that the lyre gives,
From sadness, from love, and from passions!
He is blind to nature endlessly,
He doesnt know that language...
He only knows his own life sinfully!
He wont hear a verse in his heart.
Magic... from the brush to colors!
You gaze out the open window,
It grants thoughts and visions,
Of paintings arranged in a letter.
December 2, 2017.
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https://www.stihi.ru/2017/09/23/8226
https://www.stihi.ru/2017/11/20/1024
Oh! Our Autumn – Our Autumn!!
Alexander Grigoriev 20
O! Autumn... this is our Autumn..!!
-A tangled web of our days,
The circular dance of autumn days
for the genius of your Eyes..!
The circular dance of autumn days
Gives rhythm to some,
Happiness and enlightenment to others..,
And to a third – a night for sleep.
But shes that broken one,
And yet she is still a bourgeois woman,
When she embellishes her old clothes again,
Painting them in their original colors again.
And there is melancholy, just as there are sorrows,
For our souls in different hues..,
From warm days to the coolness of shawls..,
For two steps, for different years.
Shes shy for a moment..,
-Sometimes deliberately beautiful...,
-Sometimes coquettishly jealous..,
-A female character, what can you say..
-We are not given to understand it.
I love to wander slowly
-In her possessions at sunset..,
-To watch the colors jealously,
When they silently keep their coolness.
To seek and find answers
Under this slumbering sunset..,
Not believing in omens at all,
Dreaming of taming my soul.
I am – I was born to be with her from birth,
-To her... – to Autumn in Her colors for us
And therefore there is no regret
For the cycle of Her years.
December 02, 2017
.
http://www.stihi.ru/2017/07/27/2207
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