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CRISTO CRUCIFICADO
( Diego Velázquez - 1632 )




Il Giudizio universale
( Andrea Mantegna - 1478 )




Compianto sul Cristo morto
( Giotto - 1306 )

Wiki Art

Иди за мной, Сатано (¡Sígueme, Satanás!)
( Iliá Repin )




JUDAS
( Iliá Repin - 1885 )




CRISTO EN EL HUERTO DE GETSEMANÍ
( Iliá Repin )




ECCE HOMO
( Iliá Repin - 1867 )




MONOGRAPH: Alex Colville

Woman with Revolver, 1987
( Alex Colville )

sábado, 26 de noviembre de 2011

PLAYA





The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother



So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another

It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother...

miércoles, 23 de noviembre de 2011

martes, 22 de noviembre de 2011

PINO



I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see



Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
All your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind.

lunes, 21 de noviembre de 2011

ALINE




J'avais dessiné
sur le sable
son doux visage
qui me souriait.
Puis il a plu
sur cette plage,
dans cet orage,
elle a disparu.

Et j'ai crié, crié,
Aline!
pour qu'elle revienne
Et j'ai pleuré, pleuré,
oh! j'avais trop de peine.

Je me suis assis
au près de son âme
mais la belle dame
s'était enfuie.
Je l'ai cherchée
sans plus y croire
et sans un espoir,
pour me guider.

Et j'ai crié, crié...

Je n'ai gardé
que ce doux visage
comme une épave
sur le sable mouillée.

domingo, 20 de noviembre de 2011

viernes, 11 de noviembre de 2011

martes, 1 de noviembre de 2011

EL VIAJE INICIÁTICO

-“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
-“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,”- said the Cat.
-“I don’t much care where”- said Alice.
-“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go