2015년 4월 3일 금요일

After the war ...

After the war ...


VA Mozart - Requiem, ch. 8 (Lacrimosa)


We are the children of war. Give time - we get to the end.
We were greeted with flowers and flags of people
And we will not see a crowd dear face,
Understand that did not work to save. Just not going to cry,


We will not, my dear. We know what it means war.
Then we will hide in the palm of your hand pockets
And passing through. And, after a bottle of wine,
Another smile hurt, bitter and drunk.


My dear, do not be afraid, we just live in the war.
She pours down the street window and cries,
But we have learned to go through it carefully,
We grew up so we do not know as much as possible anyway.


I dreamed that people come to meet me,
And look, as if ashamed, embarrassed and obliquely.
My dear, I know how to survive in this war.
It remains only to understand how we will survive after.
Morel N










































FAGAN Monica was born in Yorkshire (Irish), at the age of 18, she came to Frantsiyu.Posle short break, she began to paint again in 1978, and since then her work exhibited in Paris and in the region, especially Barbizon.
It is a classic surrealist, in the highest sense, its brightly colored designs, the logic is intertwined with the dream and all works are executed with the greatest care and skill. Deeply marked by surrealism and onirism, she uses her technique, to serve as its infinite imagination.

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