Indian With Big Breast

Sonora, clean, transparent, FUNDS: the fountain in the art

Karl

Virsaviya Bryullov
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Sonora, clean, transparent, FUNDS,
are born of ancient forest, oh sacred source! In your bank

the bird sings sweetly in love and complaint. Ora
blue flag, now in pink
that surround the stream of your current and settle
gently swaying
gallant bee and butterfly. Well
know you love by your signals,
glory of the meadows painted, spell
pastors and shepherds.
But what to me are your joys?
What do your clear and smooth springs,
if you just have to take my tears? José Joaquín Pesado

Thomas Moran

Albert Fourie
August

source not shut up, shut up ...

not laughing, jumping
,
talking ...
And nobody knew what he was saying.
Clara, joyful, polyphonic, Solomon columella

silence pierced the west
and garrulous, the
tiptoe to see the dying sun.
not shut up the source.
not shut up ...
As
vein of the night, his auger, silver
cold

shrugged and stretched ...
Subía,
down, chatted

... And nobody knew what he was saying.
When the dawn again ...

Manuel Machado