Considered the father of modern print in Germany. Max Klinger was born in Leipzig in 1857 and died in 1920. In his paintings, sculptures and drawings, shows the power of symbolism and the domain of the mixture of different techniques.
His influences include Menzel and Goya. But when around 1900 known Arnold Böcklin, his work is substantially influenced by it. Klinger was also famous and questioned by his famous series of prints entitled " Paraphrase on the discovery of a glove ", which is submerged in the unconscious field, representing shades of fears and desires, giving rise to novel psychoanalytic interpretations.
But it is true, Klinger has that special, when we see one of his works, we remember one of those dreams that we had some night and it is impossible to erase from our memory for the bizarre, shadowy, unreal , and alluring than it seemed; a dream that more attempts to do, no explanation and we found him yet, in ourselves, we know that it is a precious and delicate part of our own world. In other words, Klinger shows us a world chimeric secured with thin threads into reality.
In "Seduction," German in our eyes a fantasy of pleasure in the waves of a dark ocean. The lovers embrace of colossal nude mounted on aquatic creatures. The world of dreams and captures the depths of the viewer's vision, superimposed on the ordinary world, visible in the concavity formed by the wave frothy. Underwater lovers there seem alien or separate from this reality, embracing each his one real universe.
How to express the fantasy that struggles to emerge from ourselves and concatenated with the observable and objective that captures our senses? Klinger made it through his work. "I live in me and I wander in the reflections of my eyes light gas-mirror-people." The artist wrote in his diary, to give us an idea of \u200b\u200bthe connection between these two aspects through his work.
Considered the father of modern print in Germany. Max Klinger was born in Leipzig in 1857 and died in 1920. In his paintings, sculptures and drawings, shows the power of symbolism and the domain of the mixture of different techniques.
His influences include Menzel and Goya. But when around 1900 known Arnold Böcklin, his work is substantially influenced by it. Klinger was also famous and questioned by his famous series of prints entitled " Paraphrase on the discovery of a glove ", which is submerged in the unconscious field, representing shades of fears and desires, giving rise to novel psychoanalytic interpretations.
But it is true, Klinger has that special, when we see one of his works, we remember one of those dreams that we had some night and it is impossible to erase from our memory for the bizarre, shadowy, unreal , and alluring than it seemed; a dream that more attempts to do, no explanation and we found him yet, in ourselves, we know that it is a precious and delicate part of our own world. In other words, Klinger shows us a world chimeric secured with thin threads into reality.
In "Seduction," German in our eyes a fantasy of pleasure in the waves of a dark ocean. The lovers embrace of colossal nude mounted on aquatic creatures. The world of dreams and captures the depths of the viewer's vision, superimposed on the ordinary world, visible in the concavity formed by the wave frothy. Underwater lovers there seem alien or separate from this reality, embracing each his one real universe.
How to express the fantasy that struggles to emerge from ourselves and concatenated with the observable and objective that captures our senses? Klinger made it through his work. "I live in me and I wander in the reflections of my eyes light gas-mirror-people." The artist wrote in his diary, to give us an idea of \u200b\u200bthe connection between these two aspects through his work.
seemed to be in his eyes again ... watching, feeling, revealing each of their most intimate secrets, those who did not reveal anyone but him, who loved and revered her belly like a dying man worships a source of life.
seemed to be in his eyes again ... watching, feeling, revealing each of their most intimate secrets, those who did not reveal anyone but him, who loved and revered her belly like a dying man worships a source of life.
The room full of gloom that dazzle the senses and restless soul. One thought emerged from the pile of worn memories, emerging as tree sap medium mowing. Satin and clear your skin appearing like a sun in the darkness of my dormant desires. The subtle movement of his arms was a twinkle of stars to my ears and the sound of their wailing lips silence, a fresh, sparkling waves will soon reach my lips to satisfy my lust.
The room full of gloom that dazzle the senses and restless soul. One thought emerged from the pile of worn memories, emerging as tree sap medium mowing. Satin and clear your skin appearing like a sun in the darkness of my dormant desires. The subtle movement of his arms was a twinkle of stars to my ears and the sound of their wailing lips silence, a fresh, sparkling waves will soon reach my lips to satisfy my lust.
The peculiarity of the Symbolists perhaps most attracts me is the trend in the occult, the mystical, for unfathomable, indecipherable questions of being, life and death.
Jean Delville was born in Belgium in 1867, had all the traits of a symbolist. The Belgian painter, was a follower of Joséphin Péladan, one of the founders of the Rosicrucian Order and precisely one of the experts as regards the occult at that time. Also this was the inclination of the mysterious painter, magic, spiritualism and some extrasensory phenomena, which became a member and secretary of the Theosophical Society, drawing and painting sow his work with the brush that tries to go beyond the merely observable, everyday, with a desire to find and capture the unknowable, the profound and infinite.
In "The Love of Souls" Delville genuinely searches for the ideal of 'the eternal' physical border or across the entire body. Ephemeral, in the hope of perpetuity.
The peculiarity of the Symbolists perhaps most attracts me is the trend in the occult, the mystical, for unfathomable, indecipherable questions of being, life and death.
Jean Delville was born in Belgium in 1867, had all the traits of a symbolist. The Belgian painter, was a follower of Joséphin Péladan, one of the founders of the Rosicrucian Order and precisely one of the experts as regards the occult at that time. Also this was the inclination of the mysterious painter, magic, spiritualism and some extrasensory phenomena, which became a member and secretary of the Theosophical Society, drawing and painting sow his work with the brush that tries to go beyond the merely observable, everyday, with a desire to find and capture the unknowable, the profound and infinite.
In "The Love of Souls" Delville genuinely searches for the ideal of 'the eternal' physical border or across the entire body. Ephemeral, in the hope of perpetuity.
When just in the sun, with scarlet face gives farewell fair aurora in tears, Adonis has the pleasure of the hunt, which loves, that love of mockery; while Venus, sick with desire, harassing you and what bold lover, tries to inspire love. "you, three times more beautiful than I am," he says. "Whose bloom and sweetness, blindly loves the grass, nymphs that tarnished, and you're like man, whiter the roses and doves themselves. Natura I did one day with it in competition to tell the world that ends with your death. Lower your horse, wonder of beauty, holds his head to the shaft of the chair and if you do this for me, so, I promise, secrets discover you a thousand times sweeter sit next to me, where there are no snakes whistling around while I kiss your lover, not feel your lips, you turn off the fire, 'll feel more desire among such abundance flush from the sapwood to moment ten kisses will which one and about twenty: That a summer day is like an hour wasted between joys where time is lost. " After that it takes, his sweaty hand, so full of vigor and vitality, burning and shaking, he was appointed as a balm earthly sovereign, until God heals and deliriously and his desire will gives strength, to download blind and bold from his horse. On his arm hung over the reins of the horse, while the other embraces the sweet and tender young with flushing and cold anger and disdain, indifferent the game does not express a wish; which it burning and shining red embers red with embarrassment, but incapable of love.
The ornate bridle to a gnarled branch it binds readily Which light is Love! The horse is bound and at that moment is hold the rebel rider does back to where she wants and forces him hard but not lust.
Once ashore he lies down beside her, each supported, elbows and hips, if strokes her face, he gets angry and enraged rebuking his gesture and she closes her lips and kissing speaks with lustful language: "If you scold me, never, can open his mouth."
He burns shame and tears she tries to mitigate the modesty of his red cheeks while with his sighs and golden hairs fanning her face trying to get dry; he calls pride and accuses his fault but after all she kisses kill.
What a hungry eagle punctured by fasting, tears with its beak, feathers, meat and bones, and flapping their wings, devouring greedily, to feel sick and kill their prey; she kisses his forehead, cheek and chin and where end returns to the game.
He feels forced, but never obeys lying about it and exhaling his breath, which she draws as in a dam: Oh heavenly moisture, air of grace; turning his face in flower gardens the breath of it, water with fine rain.
Look, as a bird, caught in the net, and lies in her arms Adonis handcuffed, beaten his shame, he wakes up his anger, which gives more beauty to the anger in his eyes: as rain added to a flowing river by force will cause a great flood.
She keeps begging, imploring graciously modulating the kind words, for a hearing; still angry he shot the threat, red with shame and anger ashy; thus further she loves and seeing his pallor increases their passion with a livelier joy.
that shown to his taste, she only has to choose by love, and swears, with his immortal hand not ever deviate from the bosom of her lover, until he do not stop mourn long, whose tears water their divine cheeks and a sweet kiss No account pay this debt.
Given this promise he lifts his face, as a loon to emerge from a wave that be discovered, new sinks, so he offers to deliver what she calls but when it is ready and offers lips he blinks and turns his lips to another party.
traveler never any, in the sweltering summer, as she longed for the sweet drink concession. She sees her choice, but can not do and bathing water although the fire is still burning: "Oh, mercy!" She shouts, "Flint heart! Just one kiss I implore you, why are you so elusive?
I've been courted, which now courting you, by the fierce and terrible god of war itself, whose neck was never in battle inclined and who wins and succeeds in all fighting has been my captive and it was my slave, and begged what I give you without asking. The
on my altars has hung up his spear, his beaten triumphal shield and crest, and taught my joy sweet games and dances, to be crazy and friendly, fun and friendly disdaining the drum and the red flag; He made his home shop my arms and my bed.
If all he dominated, I mastered it to him, captive in a string of red roses: obedient its steel to a stronger force more subservient, however, at my coldness. not be proud or boast power, dominating who reports to the god of fighting! Toca
at least my lips with yours so beautiful -that even though not so beautiful, you're as red- and so the kiss is as much yours as mine; what a view on the lawn? Raise your head, and see your beauty in my own eyes; what if her eyes together, together, even your lips?
Are you ashamed to kiss? Close, well eyes as I close them and make night the day, that where two are one discovers the love is bold, this game of ours, is not in sight : and these blue veins that we rely can not betray us or know our desire.
The tender spring upon thy longed lip reveals immaturity, that worth trying: used properly this time, the time is right; beauty itself must not be squandered: it if the beautiful flower is not caught at its just consumed and withered over time.
If I were ugly, hateful or wrinkled, rustic manners, counterfeit, and in a hoarse voice, used and despised, rheumatic and cold, looking fuzzy, thin sterile out of juice, could falter not deserve you more, having no defects, why do you hate me?
are not able to see not a wrinkle on my forehead are my blue eyes bright and lively; which spring and renew my beauty, tight burning flesh and bone; damp hand and smooth to the touch of your hand, able to dissolve or melt in your palm. Sort
encantaré to reason and your ear, as a fairy flotaré ago on the lawn, which carries a nymph or disheveled hair, dancing in the sand without leaving a trace that love is all made in the fire spirit, that does not sink, light, able to evaporate.
this meadow is a witness that happy resting flowers and trees that bear my body; two weak pigeons drag me through the sky, faithful from morning till night sweet and at all times where they wish to play, still love how light you is so heavy?
heart Is your love with your face? Can your right hand, found in the other love? who are you and woo you're the one who rejects you, take off your will, and regret your theft. Narciso Thus, caught himself and died for kissing on the source image.
To light the torch. The gem show off, to taste the delicacy, youth to the joy, herbs for fragrance, much to the plants, what grows by itself, is abusing its increase: of born grain kernel, and cute as cute; you who may have been born, your debt is to conceive.
Why do you you feed the fertile land if the land you can not fertilized? By law of Nature forces you to beget you those who have to live when you no longer exist; and, despite all, you survive them, and what you seem to have eternal life. "Ora
Queen lovesick, is sweating, because of where she was, has left the shadow, and Titan, tired of high noon, with its burning eye, burning watched, Adonis was longing for the driver, and he next to Venus, replace the lover.
By then, Adonis, tired of his strength, and grimly and disdainful look, shadowed eyes, their brows furrowed, misted vapors such when heaven, exacerbated exclaims: "Out, no more love! the sun burning my face and I have to leave. "
" Alas, "cries Venus-so young and so cruel! vain pretexts with which you want to zoom! celestial breath whispered, whose breath cool the ardor of the sun that melts: shadow will I make my own hair; and turn them off if they also were burning with tears.
the sun shines from heaven shines but warm, and see where I am, between that sun and You: The heat that I get little sun damage; the flame of your eyes is that I burns immortal and if not, here I die, between the sun and the sun celestial earth.
"Insensitive, you rock, hard as steel? Or that rock or stone rain softens: women do you son, and you can not feel is love and the torment of a longing for love? If your mother was so hard spirit, had not met the motherly tenderness.
Who am I to you despise me so, major threat or behind my request? What harm do if I put a kiss on your lips? Beautiful speaks workmanship, or have the silent language: Dame just a kiss, I will refund with a more intense, and if you want two more.
Outside, lifeless picture, cold stone insensible, well painted idol, image dull dead statue happy only in the eyes, so similar to man, but never given birth! Even if you look man, you, you're not man, instinctively because the man always tends to kiss. "
said, impatience chokes her voice rogante, and anger aroused it causes a pause; show great anger his eyes and cheeks, judge as being in love will not win its cause weeps and prays, sometimes try to speak so faintly stop her crying so he tries to say.
Shake your head, takes her hand, sometimes looks, others look to the earth; wraps his arms like a belt: and strung between them, but good resists, and sometimes he struggles to escape from them, she tied fingers of pale lily.
"Well my "She says, because here I have enclosed within the outline of pale ivory I'll be like a park where you and a deer; eating anywhere on the hill or plain; grass on my lips, and if there is drought, down where the sources of pleasure.
Within this there is what you want delicious with grassy plains, rolling hills and shady forests to find shelter from storm and rain. Be thou, thou my deer since I am your park and although thousand dogs barking, not after you. "
Adonis at this, smiles with such disdain, 's in each cheek two pretty dimples: Love made those hollows, to be buried if he died in such a simple grave, preventing and perhaps if he was lying there, where Love was, he never die.
These holes perfect, these sweet pits, open to swallow the passion of Venus. Loca How can recover right? mortally wounded already, why another coup? Oh queen of love, dethroned in his kingdom, love a cheek that smiles contemptuously!
now towards what way? What will that mean? his word was worthless, his pains increased; over time, his passion wants to flee, of her arms, he struggles to emerge. "Mercy, some favor, some compassion!" He undertakes escape and runs towards the horse.
But suddenly, in a nearby thicket, a sturdy horse, young and arrogant, the horse of Adonis, spy girlfriend, ran forward, snorting and blowing and sorrel at her, still tied to a tree, strong, broke the reins and runs into the mare.
He jumps haughty, whinnies still tied, undo the great fabric of their strong ties, brand his hard helmet on the ground he walks on, in her womb resounds like a thunderclap from heaven iron from the bite, his teeth broken, going to dominate what was referred.
climbs ears, his mane is bristled, in waves sliding on her slender neck, anxious sucks air and releases it again: which goes through a steaming oven: and its proud eyes, bright as fire, shows great courage and his burning desire.
sometimes jogs and, if counted his steps, with gentle majesty and modest boastfulness; suddenly jumps and rears and whinnies which if to say: "Behold my strength and I do this to see if captive looking, so cute mare that is near here. "
How can we look at the rider angry, in cuddly" Hello! " or in its "Stay I say!" What matter to him or flanges spurs or trappings or the showy rich galas? love sees only incapable of anything else, that his haughty glance, nothing pleases him.
Look, when a painter, life exceeds drawing a horse so well proportioned art that rivals the very Natura, as if the dead were more real than the living ; and this horse wins another current horse in shape, in courage, to walk and condition.
Gait helmets and beautiful, long, thick mane, huge chest and big eyes, proportional head high neck, short ears, sturdy legs, thick mane and tail, big hair and smooth rump all that is beautiful to him was not lacking, but a good rider for his good backs.
distance and sometimes arrogant plant other causes fear the shake of a feather; other than the wind is competing in his career and do not know if it runs and does not know flies, as in his mane and tail the high wind sings, manes waving feathery wings.
Look at his sweet love, and she whinnies; she responds as if he knew his thinking, feeling which female, to be courted; is made irrelevant, but it seems surly rejecting her horse and burning mocking, scorning to kick your kind caresses.
So sad, shows his displeasure, and even which lowers the tail plume floating looking for some shade to the sweat of the rump: Piaf, and bites the poor flies in his great anger. His love, perceiving how he is in anger, becomes more affectionate and calms his anger.
But his impatient master, try to hold it, and indomitable mare is afraid to see him, trying not to be learned quickly, the horse will follow, leaving only Adonis. Fool hide in the dense forest, leaving behind crows flying over them.
On the run tired, Adonis, cursing against impetuous cavalry indomitable: and now, once again, the happy occasion gives the lovesick, redoubled insistence for lovers say that there is suffering triple if the heart denied language assistance.
As a closed oven or a river stopped, that is hotter, with more fury in the water, this is true of repressed pain, to talk freely mitigates fire love but if the defender of the heart is silent, Customer sinks, killed in his cause.
When he sees her coming, he begins to redden, which revives a coal off the wind, keeping in his bonnet over his face angry; sets sights on earth with his troubled mind, without paying attention to her presence, because your eyes just look at her askance.
Oh, what a great show, so eager to see it, sneak the stubborn boy, watching the struggle of color in his face, how carmine and the white one another are destroyed! Her cheek was pale, little by little, lights up like a big bolt from the blue.
She saw him sitting next to him sits as humble lover kneels at her feet: with one of her hands pound hat while the other fondles her beautiful cheeks : cheeks retain their handprints, as the snow kept falling all traces.
What looks war erupts between them! Her eyes pleading pleading his, but his eyes do not look at her, she looks and captive, he looks and the disdain, until the silent drama ends with his actions, a chorus of tears from her eyes.
with great tenderness She takes him by the hand, which Lily trapped in his prison of snow, or pale ivory alabaster band; friend hugs as white as white enemy: but this great battle of aggression and force is like two doves pecking. She
sweet machine a new parliament: "Oh, you, the most beautiful, world traveler! If you were what I and I was a boy, and you would be insensitive to this wound and a fresh look would stay healed, but only seek to ruin me save you. "
"Give me back my hand!" he says "why close?" "Give me my heart!" she says, "and you will; give it does not happen that steel is yours steel and turning can not sigh and remain forever outside all love; if the hearts of hardened mine Adonis. "
" For shame " , he yells "and from me; lost my fun, my horse has fled, and only your fault and I lost everything: gone from here, I beg you, let me just finally, for my soul and my being, only care of my horse away from this wild horse. "
To which she replied "Your horse, obedient, welcomes you to the nearby desire; passion is for coal to be cool, otherwise it will burn the heart: the sea has its limits, no desire, therefore not be surprised that your horse will go.
looked like a horse, tied up in that tree, submissive dominated by a single rein! But seeing the horse as young as a prize, looked with great disdain its useless captivity, destroying the bridle of his bent head, clearing the chest, his legs and mouth.
Who loved to see her naked on the bed, on white sheets, with a whiter color, can quench their greedy eyes of desire, without seeking either the entire understanding? so shy Who is that value does not try to the fire when winter press?
Allows your horse sorry boy, I implore the heart of the horse learn to give use to the joys that sometimes occur; although I remain silent, your instinct will tell you; oh! learn to fall in love, the lesson is simple and once you try, you never forget. "
" I do not know love, nor do I know, not, if a boar, to harass then; the loan is excessive and I do not duty; my love for love is only contempt by ear as I have, that life is death, and laughter and tears are in the same breath.
Who will dress without form and without end? Who started the bud before bud leaf? If things are born mutilate grow spring will wither and lose its value: that mounts the rack or cargo when young never be robust, it loses its arrogance.
I do damage to his hand, squeezing. Let us and issue cease useless, meaningless chatter: remove the siege on my heart, will not open its doors to weapons of love leave your promises, fake tears, a heart of steel not allow these tracks. "
" Why do you speak? Why is your tongue? did not have or wish I were deaf! With your siren voice make me double damage, already had my burdens to bear Newer: heavenly tune, harsh resonance, heard sweet music that hurts the heart.
If instead of eyes, ears, had, I would love, that inner beauty, secret, invisible, or if I were deaf, I would stir each of the parts of my being more sensitive without eyes or ears, see and hear, you pledge me just by touch.
And even if it lacked the sense of touch, and could not see nor hear, nor touch, to have only smell to guide me, even with this I would love for you large still sweet as your admirable face shows a perfume that makes you love the smell.
you were What a feast for the senses of taste, you that you can nourish all the senses! Do not wish these forever this celebration, telling the suspect to lock the door that never Jealousy, always unwelcome not disturbed the party with his overpowering bitter? "
again opened the portal blush that gave fresh way to address it, a red aurora to portends time shipwreck sailors, tempest fields, sadness pastors and bird distress gale and storm the cattle and cowboys.
Omen harmful, she realizes business: as the wind shut before any rain, or shows teeth at the wolf howl, or as Berry opens before dyeing, like the deadly bullet of a loud cannon guess it all before hearing him speak More before his eyes, the goddess collapses, since looks can kill and love rise, a smile heals the wound of a bad gesture, more, blessed those who suffer and love the rich! The innocent innocent, believing she is dead, hits her cheeks to add color;
and amazed by everything, renounce its intention of rebuking hard which glide at first. beating What is Love, what skill his by a fall, plead the defense! Since she remains dead on the grass which and encouragement from him, a new life.
He pressed his nose, hit her cheeks, makes you bend the fingers, squeezes and pulses, rubbed her lips, looking a thousand ways to repair the damage he caused his rudeness: he kisses her, and the goddess, on its own will, never be replenished , that the kiss forever.
the night of pain becomes clear day: she opens her blue windows faintly as is the bright sun, with florid decoration, am glad and the earth gives life and , like the bright sun glorifies the sky, and her face lights up your eyes;
that gets caught in the boy's face, as if take this lent her light . never had mixed four lights equal if he had not clouded with his brow his; giving his own tears more transparent light, night as the moon reflected in water.
"Where am I?" She says, "" in heaven or earth, submerged in the sea or tucked into the fire? Will this hour of dawn or evening expire? "I delight to die, or life desire? life I lived and was a pain of death: I died and death was lively joy.
Because you killed me: give me death again: your heart as working with your guardian eyes taught thousand tricks, and a disdain has killed the poor heart in my chest; which these eyes of mine, my faithful guides, without your pious lips had ever seen.
May they long kiss for my sake! not its vivid crimson never fade! do while they last, the perpetual freshness fight infection risk in years! For the soothsayers who predict death say it was your breath, who ended the plague.
printed Chaste and sweet lips on mine, what I can do because it will never be sealed? In sell consent, and willingly consent, if I pay and purchases and uses good buy, and if such purchases do, to prevent cheating, estámpame your stamp on my red lips.
per thousand kisses That I my own heart, paying as you want, if you want one by one, what are ten hundreds for you, with caresses? Maybe they are counted swiftly, swiftly given? And if the missing debt payments were doubled, "are twenty hundred kisses a problem?"
"Oh, queen," he says, "if I caused some love I measure my shyness numbered years before I know you do not try; fisherman notices that no fry: ripe fruit falls, the green is turned and grab at the wrong time, sour taste good.
He who consoles the world with weary march their work day ends in the West; the owl shrieks, which is a herald of the night, cattle going to fold, birds to their nests ; which coals cloudy sky light off, tell us we leave, giving us good night. "
" Tell me goodnight, and say you too; that if ye will have a sweet, long kiss. " " Good night "before he mumbles and says" goodbye ", sweet payment is charged that is to say goodbye: Cinch her arms in sweet embrace his neck; merged into one body by joining two faces.
to him, breathless, it detaches and removes moisture their coral lips heavenly who know their parched lips of sweetness, filled lips and complain of drought: the for such abundance it by scarcity, their lips together, they fall to earth-bound.
desire takes possession of the conquered prey, greedy and Venus are never satisfied, it dominates lip, the obey him, and pay the ransom calls the aggressor; vulture who asks challenging high price in the rich treasure dry lips. For
having felt the sweetness of the spoil, fury she begins to plunder rare; your face exhales smoke, and his blood is boiling, his unbridled lust gives new courage, proclaiming oblivion reason attacks without thinking modesty or honor sinking. On
hugs and tired of it, a bird tame wild caresses, or fatigued as fast running deer; which the rocking infant crying is appeased, and obeys Adonis, is delivered and does not stand while she is satisfied without achieving what you want.
When just in the sun, with scarlet face gives farewell fair aurora in tears, Adonis has the pleasure of the hunt, which loves, that love of mockery; while Venus, sick with desire, harassing you and what bold lover, tries to inspire love. "you, three times more beautiful than I am," he says. "Whose bloom and sweetness, blindly loves the grass, nymphs that tarnished, and you're like man, whiter the roses and doves themselves. Natura I did one day with it in competition to tell the world that ends with your death. Lower your horse, wonder of beauty, holds his head to the shaft of the chair and if you do this for me, so, I promise, secrets discover you a thousand times sweeter sit next to me, where there are no snakes whistling around while I kiss your lover, not feel your lips, you turn off the fire, 'll feel more desire among such abundance flush from the sapwood to moment ten kisses will which one and about twenty: That a summer day is like an hour wasted between joys where time is lost. " After that it takes, his sweaty hand, so full of vigor and vitality, burning and shaking, he was appointed as a balm earthly sovereign, until God heals and deliriously and his desire will gives strength, to download blind and bold from his horse. On his arm hung over the reins of the horse, while the other embraces the sweet and tender young with flushing and cold anger and disdain, indifferent the game does not express a wish; which it burning and shining red embers red with embarrassment, but incapable of love.
The ornate bridle to a gnarled branch it binds readily Which light is Love! The horse is bound and at that moment is hold the rebel rider does back to where she wants and forces him hard but not lust.
Once ashore he lies down beside her, each supported, elbows and hips, if strokes her face, he gets angry and enraged rebuking his gesture and she closes her lips and kissing speaks with lustful language: "If you scold me, never, can open his mouth."
He burns shame and tears she tries to mitigate the modesty of his red cheeks while with his sighs and golden hairs fanning her face trying to get dry; he calls pride and accuses his fault but after all she kisses kill.
What a hungry eagle punctured by fasting, tears with its beak, feathers, meat and bones, and flapping their wings, devouring greedily, to feel sick and kill their prey; she kisses his forehead, cheek and chin and where end returns to the game.
He feels forced, but never obeys lying about it and exhaling his breath, which she draws as in a dam: Oh heavenly moisture, air of grace; turning his face in flower gardens the breath of it, water with fine rain.
Look, as a bird, caught in the net, and lies in her arms Adonis handcuffed, beaten his shame, he wakes up his anger, which gives more beauty to the anger in his eyes: as rain added to a flowing river by force will cause a great flood.
She keeps begging, imploring graciously modulating the kind words, for a hearing; still angry he shot the threat, red with shame and anger ashy; thus further she loves and seeing his pallor increases their passion with a livelier joy.
that shown to his taste, she only has to choose by love, and swears, with his immortal hand not ever deviate from the bosom of her lover, until he do not stop mourn long, whose tears water their divine cheeks and a sweet kiss No account pay this debt.
Given this promise he lifts his face, as a loon to emerge from a wave that be discovered, new sinks, so he offers to deliver what she calls but when it is ready and offers lips he blinks and turns his lips to another party.
traveler never any, in the sweltering summer, as she longed for the sweet drink concession. She sees her choice, but can not do and bathing water although the fire is still burning: "Oh, mercy!" She shouts, "Flint heart! Just one kiss I implore you, why are you so elusive?
I've been courted, which now courting you, by the fierce and terrible god of war itself, whose neck was never in battle inclined and who wins and succeeds in all fighting has been my captive and it was my slave, and begged what I give you without asking. The
on my altars has hung up his spear, his beaten triumphal shield and crest, and taught my joy sweet games and dances, to be crazy and friendly, fun and friendly disdaining the drum and the red flag; He made his home shop my arms and my bed.
If all he dominated, I mastered it to him, captive in a string of red roses: obedient its steel to a stronger force more subservient, however, at my coldness. not be proud or boast power, dominating who reports to the god of fighting! Toca
at least my lips with yours so beautiful -that even though not so beautiful, you're as red- and so the kiss is as much yours as mine; what a view on the lawn? Raise your head, and see your beauty in my own eyes; what if her eyes together, together, even your lips?
Are you ashamed to kiss? Close, well eyes as I close them and make night the day, that where two are one discovers the love is bold, this game of ours, is not in sight : and these blue veins that we rely can not betray us or know our desire.
The tender spring upon thy longed lip reveals immaturity, that worth trying: used properly this time, the time is right; beauty itself must not be squandered: it if the beautiful flower is not caught at its just consumed and withered over time.
If I were ugly, hateful or wrinkled, rustic manners, counterfeit, and in a hoarse voice, used and despised, rheumatic and cold, looking fuzzy, thin sterile out of juice, could falter not deserve you more, having no defects, why do you hate me?
are not able to see not a wrinkle on my forehead are my blue eyes bright and lively; which spring and renew my beauty, tight burning flesh and bone; damp hand and smooth to the touch of your hand, able to dissolve or melt in your palm. Sort
encantaré to reason and your ear, as a fairy flotaré ago on the lawn, which carries a nymph or disheveled hair, dancing in the sand without leaving a trace that love is all made in the fire spirit, that does not sink, light, able to evaporate.
this meadow is a witness that happy resting flowers and trees that bear my body; two weak pigeons drag me through the sky, faithful from morning till night sweet and at all times where they wish to play, still love how light you is so heavy?
heart Is your love with your face? Can your right hand, found in the other love? who are you and woo you're the one who rejects you, take off your will, and regret your theft. Narciso Thus, caught himself and died for kissing on the source image.
To light the torch. The gem show off, to taste the delicacy, youth to the joy, herbs for fragrance, much to the plants, what grows by itself, is abusing its increase: of born grain kernel, and cute as cute; you who may have been born, your debt is to conceive.
Why do you you feed the fertile land if the land you can not fertilized? By law of Nature forces you to beget you those who have to live when you no longer exist; and, despite all, you survive them, and what you seem to have eternal life. "Ora
Queen lovesick, is sweating, because of where she was, has left the shadow, and Titan, tired of high noon, with its burning eye, burning watched, Adonis was longing for the driver, and he next to Venus, replace the lover.
By then, Adonis, tired of his strength, and grimly and disdainful look, shadowed eyes, their brows furrowed, misted vapors such when heaven, exacerbated exclaims: "Out, no more love! the sun burning my face and I have to leave. "
" Alas, "cries Venus-so young and so cruel! vain pretexts with which you want to zoom! celestial breath whispered, whose breath cool the ardor of the sun that melts: shadow will I make my own hair; and turn them off if they also were burning with tears.
the sun shines from heaven shines but warm, and see where I am, between that sun and You: The heat that I get little sun damage; the flame of your eyes is that I burns immortal and if not, here I die, between the sun and the sun celestial earth.
"Insensitive, you rock, hard as steel? Or that rock or stone rain softens: women do you son, and you can not feel is love and the torment of a longing for love? If your mother was so hard spirit, had not met the motherly tenderness.
Who am I to you despise me so, major threat or behind my request? What harm do if I put a kiss on your lips? Beautiful speaks workmanship, or have the silent language: Dame just a kiss, I will refund with a more intense, and if you want two more.
Outside, lifeless picture, cold stone insensible, well painted idol, image dull dead statue happy only in the eyes, so similar to man, but never given birth! Even if you look man, you, you're not man, instinctively because the man always tends to kiss. "
said, impatience chokes her voice rogante, and anger aroused it causes a pause; show great anger his eyes and cheeks, judge as being in love will not win its cause weeps and prays, sometimes try to speak so faintly stop her crying so he tries to say.
Shake your head, takes her hand, sometimes looks, others look to the earth; wraps his arms like a belt: and strung between them, but good resists, and sometimes he struggles to escape from them, she tied fingers of pale lily.
"Well my "She says, because here I have enclosed within the outline of pale ivory I'll be like a park where you and a deer; eating anywhere on the hill or plain; grass on my lips, and if there is drought, down where the sources of pleasure.
Within this there is what you want delicious with grassy plains, rolling hills and shady forests to find shelter from storm and rain. Be thou, thou my deer since I am your park and although thousand dogs barking, not after you. "
Adonis at this, smiles with such disdain, 's in each cheek two pretty dimples: Love made those hollows, to be buried if he died in such a simple grave, preventing and perhaps if he was lying there, where Love was, he never die.
These holes perfect, these sweet pits, open to swallow the passion of Venus. Loca How can recover right? mortally wounded already, why another coup? Oh queen of love, dethroned in his kingdom, love a cheek that smiles contemptuously!
now towards what way? What will that mean? his word was worthless, his pains increased; over time, his passion wants to flee, of her arms, he struggles to emerge. "Mercy, some favor, some compassion!" He undertakes escape and runs towards the horse.
But suddenly, in a nearby thicket, a sturdy horse, young and arrogant, the horse of Adonis, spy girlfriend, ran forward, snorting and blowing and sorrel at her, still tied to a tree, strong, broke the reins and runs into the mare.
He jumps haughty, whinnies still tied, undo the great fabric of their strong ties, brand his hard helmet on the ground he walks on, in her womb resounds like a thunderclap from heaven iron from the bite, his teeth broken, going to dominate what was referred.
climbs ears, his mane is bristled, in waves sliding on her slender neck, anxious sucks air and releases it again: which goes through a steaming oven: and its proud eyes, bright as fire, shows great courage and his burning desire.
sometimes jogs and, if counted his steps, with gentle majesty and modest boastfulness; suddenly jumps and rears and whinnies which if to say: "Behold my strength and I do this to see if captive looking, so cute mare that is near here. "
How can we look at the rider angry, in cuddly" Hello! " or in its "Stay I say!" What matter to him or flanges spurs or trappings or the showy rich galas? love sees only incapable of anything else, that his haughty glance, nothing pleases him.
Look, when a painter, life exceeds drawing a horse so well proportioned art that rivals the very Natura, as if the dead were more real than the living ; and this horse wins another current horse in shape, in courage, to walk and condition.
Gait helmets and beautiful, long, thick mane, huge chest and big eyes, proportional head high neck, short ears, sturdy legs, thick mane and tail, big hair and smooth rump all that is beautiful to him was not lacking, but a good rider for his good backs.
distance and sometimes arrogant plant other causes fear the shake of a feather; other than the wind is competing in his career and do not know if it runs and does not know flies, as in his mane and tail the high wind sings, manes waving feathery wings.
Look at his sweet love, and she whinnies; she responds as if he knew his thinking, feeling which female, to be courted; is made irrelevant, but it seems surly rejecting her horse and burning mocking, scorning to kick your kind caresses.
So sad, shows his displeasure, and even which lowers the tail plume floating looking for some shade to the sweat of the rump: Piaf, and bites the poor flies in his great anger. His love, perceiving how he is in anger, becomes more affectionate and calms his anger.
But his impatient master, try to hold it, and indomitable mare is afraid to see him, trying not to be learned quickly, the horse will follow, leaving only Adonis. Fool hide in the dense forest, leaving behind crows flying over them.
On the run tired, Adonis, cursing against impetuous cavalry indomitable: and now, once again, the happy occasion gives the lovesick, redoubled insistence for lovers say that there is suffering triple if the heart denied language assistance.
As a closed oven or a river stopped, that is hotter, with more fury in the water, this is true of repressed pain, to talk freely mitigates fire love but if the defender of the heart is silent, Customer sinks, killed in his cause.
When he sees her coming, he begins to redden, which revives a coal off the wind, keeping in his bonnet over his face angry; sets sights on earth with his troubled mind, without paying attention to her presence, because your eyes just look at her askance.
Oh, what a great show, so eager to see it, sneak the stubborn boy, watching the struggle of color in his face, how carmine and the white one another are destroyed! Her cheek was pale, little by little, lights up like a big bolt from the blue.
She saw him sitting next to him sits as humble lover kneels at her feet: with one of her hands pound hat while the other fondles her beautiful cheeks : cheeks retain their handprints, as the snow kept falling all traces.
What looks war erupts between them! Her eyes pleading pleading his, but his eyes do not look at her, she looks and captive, he looks and the disdain, until the silent drama ends with his actions, a chorus of tears from her eyes.
with great tenderness She takes him by the hand, which Lily trapped in his prison of snow, or pale ivory alabaster band; friend hugs as white as white enemy: but this great battle of aggression and force is like two doves pecking. She
sweet machine a new parliament: "Oh, you, the most beautiful, world traveler! If you were what I and I was a boy, and you would be insensitive to this wound and a fresh look would stay healed, but only seek to ruin me save you. "
"Give me back my hand!" he says "why close?" "Give me my heart!" she says, "and you will; give it does not happen that steel is yours steel and turning can not sigh and remain forever outside all love; if the hearts of hardened mine Adonis. "
" For shame " , he yells "and from me; lost my fun, my horse has fled, and only your fault and I lost everything: gone from here, I beg you, let me just finally, for my soul and my being, only care of my horse away from this wild horse. "
To which she replied "Your horse, obedient, welcomes you to the nearby desire; passion is for coal to be cool, otherwise it will burn the heart: the sea has its limits, no desire, therefore not be surprised that your horse will go.
looked like a horse, tied up in that tree, submissive dominated by a single rein! But seeing the horse as young as a prize, looked with great disdain its useless captivity, destroying the bridle of his bent head, clearing the chest, his legs and mouth.
Who loved to see her naked on the bed, on white sheets, with a whiter color, can quench their greedy eyes of desire, without seeking either the entire understanding? so shy Who is that value does not try to the fire when winter press?
Allows your horse sorry boy, I implore the heart of the horse learn to give use to the joys that sometimes occur; although I remain silent, your instinct will tell you; oh! learn to fall in love, the lesson is simple and once you try, you never forget. "
" I do not know love, nor do I know, not, if a boar, to harass then; the loan is excessive and I do not duty; my love for love is only contempt by ear as I have, that life is death, and laughter and tears are in the same breath.
Who will dress without form and without end? Who started the bud before bud leaf? If things are born mutilate grow spring will wither and lose its value: that mounts the rack or cargo when young never be robust, it loses its arrogance.
I do damage to his hand, squeezing. Let us and issue cease useless, meaningless chatter: remove the siege on my heart, will not open its doors to weapons of love leave your promises, fake tears, a heart of steel not allow these tracks. "
" Why do you speak? Why is your tongue? did not have or wish I were deaf! With your siren voice make me double damage, already had my burdens to bear Newer: heavenly tune, harsh resonance, heard sweet music that hurts the heart.
If instead of eyes, ears, had, I would love, that inner beauty, secret, invisible, or if I were deaf, I would stir each of the parts of my being more sensitive without eyes or ears, see and hear, you pledge me just by touch.
And even if it lacked the sense of touch, and could not see nor hear, nor touch, to have only smell to guide me, even with this I would love for you large still sweet as your admirable face shows a perfume that makes you love the smell.
you were What a feast for the senses of taste, you that you can nourish all the senses! Do not wish these forever this celebration, telling the suspect to lock the door that never Jealousy, always unwelcome not disturbed the party with his overpowering bitter? "
again opened the portal blush that gave fresh way to address it, a red aurora to portends time shipwreck sailors, tempest fields, sadness pastors and bird distress gale and storm the cattle and cowboys.
Omen harmful, she realizes business: as the wind shut before any rain, or shows teeth at the wolf howl, or as Berry opens before dyeing, like the deadly bullet of a loud cannon guess it all before hearing him speak More before his eyes, the goddess collapses, since looks can kill and love rise, a smile heals the wound of a bad gesture, more, blessed those who suffer and love the rich! The innocent innocent, believing she is dead, hits her cheeks to add color;
and amazed by everything, renounce its intention of rebuking hard which glide at first. beating What is Love, what skill his by a fall, plead the defense! Since she remains dead on the grass which and encouragement from him, a new life.
He pressed his nose, hit her cheeks, makes you bend the fingers, squeezes and pulses, rubbed her lips, looking a thousand ways to repair the damage he caused his rudeness: he kisses her, and the goddess, on its own will, never be replenished , that the kiss forever.
the night of pain becomes clear day: she opens her blue windows faintly as is the bright sun, with florid decoration, am glad and the earth gives life and , like the bright sun glorifies the sky, and her face lights up your eyes;
that gets caught in the boy's face, as if take this lent her light . never had mixed four lights equal if he had not clouded with his brow his; giving his own tears more transparent light, night as the moon reflected in water.
"Where am I?" She says, "" in heaven or earth, submerged in the sea or tucked into the fire? Will this hour of dawn or evening expire? "I delight to die, or life desire? life I lived and was a pain of death: I died and death was lively joy.
Because you killed me: give me death again: your heart as working with your guardian eyes taught thousand tricks, and a disdain has killed the poor heart in my chest; which these eyes of mine, my faithful guides, without your pious lips had ever seen.
May they long kiss for my sake! not its vivid crimson never fade! do while they last, the perpetual freshness fight infection risk in years! For the soothsayers who predict death say it was your breath, who ended the plague.
printed Chaste and sweet lips on mine, what I can do because it will never be sealed? In sell consent, and willingly consent, if I pay and purchases and uses good buy, and if such purchases do, to prevent cheating, estámpame your stamp on my red lips.
per thousand kisses That I my own heart, paying as you want, if you want one by one, what are ten hundreds for you, with caresses? Maybe they are counted swiftly, swiftly given? And if the missing debt payments were doubled, "are twenty hundred kisses a problem?"
"Oh, queen," he says, "if I caused some love I measure my shyness numbered years before I know you do not try; fisherman notices that no fry: ripe fruit falls, the green is turned and grab at the wrong time, sour taste good.
He who consoles the world with weary march their work day ends in the West; the owl shrieks, which is a herald of the night, cattle going to fold, birds to their nests ; which coals cloudy sky light off, tell us we leave, giving us good night. "
" Tell me goodnight, and say you too; that if ye will have a sweet, long kiss. " " Good night "before he mumbles and says" goodbye ", sweet payment is charged that is to say goodbye: Cinch her arms in sweet embrace his neck; merged into one body by joining two faces.
to him, breathless, it detaches and removes moisture their coral lips heavenly who know their parched lips of sweetness, filled lips and complain of drought: the for such abundance it by scarcity, their lips together, they fall to earth-bound.
desire takes possession of the conquered prey, greedy and Venus are never satisfied, it dominates lip, the obey him, and pay the ransom calls the aggressor; vulture who asks challenging high price in the rich treasure dry lips. For
having felt the sweetness of the spoil, fury she begins to plunder rare; your face exhales smoke, and his blood is boiling, his unbridled lust gives new courage, proclaiming oblivion reason attacks without thinking modesty or honor sinking. On
hugs and tired of it, a bird tame wild caresses, or fatigued as fast running deer; which the rocking infant crying is appeased, and obeys Adonis, is delivered and does not stand while she is satisfied without achieving what you want.
