Stroody. I'll draw a fairy tale for you ...


I'll draw a fairy tale for you,
Where the sky is soft as fluff,
Where every beast is talkative and affectionate,
Where night reads books out loud.

I'll cut out the dawn dreams,
From thy dreams thou shalt create gardens,
Almost the whole year there will be summer,
And the sun, bright as you.





I'll get into the dragon's pond,
I'll have owls in the branches,
And ivy, kissing the balconies,
And the castle is wondrous.

I will draw hundreds of faithful
Friends, whose home is always your home,
And the sharp clap of fast chamois,
And a warm ray under the window.

I will dissolve the paint in hopes,
I'll warm myself in the winter rain.
I'll draw a fairy tale for you ...
And, maybe ... you'll read it ...
And, maybe ... you will understand me ...

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Claudio Perina. Pencil, pen, paint and other people ...


Every new person is a new drawing in my heart.
It can be drawn with a pencil, or maybe a pen.
Sometimes written in paint, also vague and motley.
A bright spot, which was a great impression, but very soon it was washed off, blurred, smeared ...
A pen in my heart I write down only proven people.
Or anyone I want to remember for a long time.
After all, even the ink sooner or later fade ...
A pencil is a magical thing. You can always erase it.
Only the trace will remain anyway.
And you can press it differently ...
And this will determine the degree of its penetration into the heart.
Here is such a museum turns out in the depths of each person ...
And the chronology of the arrangement is different for everyone.

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The author of the work is Claudio Perina.

Claudio Perina is a young Italian artist from sunny Tuscany.
Warm colors, ocher, red, yellow, blue. Venice, its gondolas, its canals.
"I load the sky with the sun," says Claudio Perina.
Phantasmagoric landscapes, evaporated in realistic external appearances. A true touch of lightness, sweetness.
Dead, and at the same time very living characters: a mixture of colors that are fixed in the landscape ..., leaving the canvas.
Dispersion, hallucinations, much diluted colors.
Contrasts the projection that in his painting forms and colors, melted into a happy exaltation of nature.
Thanks to his wealth of used material: silk paper, rubbed on the canvas, the results obtained from his oils are amazing.
His smear is rich in content and vibrating coloring, perceived from the leaf despite the fact that it offers a calm vision of the subjects described outside every mannerisms.
Color always serves as a link to every imaginative intention and the resulting light overturns our vision.
Claudio Perina uses her own feelings and memory to create a reality between romance and sleep ...


A woman, a fragile flower, hardened into steel by being ...

Here again came the day when men love us, cherish and cherish ... more than on other days of the year. ))
And I'm not going to give you presents today-everything will be from men!
Chanting us, painting about us, flowers for us and a song about love for us.
The song really made me laugh - for so long a poor Frenchman listed how many women he loves, that by the end of the song, it's gone. Do you see how hard we get to men? )))
Let them love you, girls!



On her narrow shoulders sunset lay the sky.
Sleepily purred, stretched ...
And fell asleep on those shoulders, smelling of bitter almonds.
Do not wake him, look into her eyes, which reflects the beginning of time and the fall of empires, the tenderness of mothers and primitive fire.
Woman ... Arched with a glance towards something invisible to us, stretched out by the alarming smell of love on our hands.
A woman, a fragile flower, steel-hardened by being, with such a vulnerable soul, but capable of sparking stars.




I am grateful to God, heaven, someone, anyway, for this holy opportunity: to look at you, breathe you in, feel you, hear you, touch you, smiling at your shivering response, fiercely able to love hearts. My god and devil, my hell and heaven - in your eyes.
My soul and body, my life and death are in your hands.
And we are blind, fools, sharpen the corners of the world to sharpness, play with the granite of the mind, speed up the step, throwing indifferent words into the changing garden of her soul.
We tear the flowers of her gifts and see how another sun goes out.
But in any darkness in which we dress her, she remains - beautiful.




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