Баллада.
Ещё один - абсолютно любимейший - напев!
Обожаемыe Рики Мартин / Ricky Martin + La Mari De Chambao : Баллада.
И хоть ни строчки, ни буквы, ни слова -
* самоироничный смайл * -
не понимаю, полагаю : страстно так, нежно, неистово и неизбывно,
конечно же - о любви?
Ricky Martin, La Mari De Chambao -
" Tu recuerdo".
Ещё один - абсолютно любимейший - напев!
Обожаемыe Рики Мартин / Ricky Martin + La Mari De Chambao : Баллада.
И хоть ни строчки, ни буквы, ни слова -
* самоироничный смайл * -
не понимаю, полагаю : страстно так, нежно, неистово и неизбывно,
конечно же - о любви?
Ricky Martin, La Mari De Chambao -
" Tu recuerdo".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tn5b4-VbULs
Tu recuerdo sigue aqui
como un aguacero
rompe fuerte sobre mi
hay pero a fuego lento
quema y moja por igual
ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
Un beso gris, un beso blanco
todo depende del lugar
que yo me fui eso está claro,
pero tu recuerdo no se va
siento tus labios en las noches de verano
ahí están cuidandome mi soledad,
pero a veces me quiere matar
Tu recuerdo sigue aquí
como un aguacero
rompe fuerte sobre mi
ay pero a fuego lento
quema y moja por igual
y ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
A veces gris, a veces blanco
todo depende del lugar
que tu te fuiste eso es pasado
se que te tengo que olvidar,
pero yo le puse una velita a to' mis santos
ahí está pa' que pienses mucho en mi
.
no dejes de pensar en mi
Tu recuerdo sigue aquí
como un aguacero
ay rompe fuerte sobre mi
ay pero a fuego lento
quema y moja por igual
y ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
Pensa en mi
es antídoto y veneno al corazón
piensa bien
quema y que moja
queviene y va
tu dónde estáatr
apado entre los versos y el adiós
Tu recuerdo sigue aquí
como aguacero de mayo
rompe fuerte sobre mi
ycae tan fuerte que hasta
me quema hasta la piel
quema y moja por igual
y ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
tu recuerdo sigue aqui
leirolailerolelo ooo
rompe fuete sobre mi
pero que rompe, rompe el corazón
quemay moja por igual
se que te tengo que olvidar
si tu recuerdo me hace bïen o me hace mal
И - да, некая перенасыщенность песенного текста картинками - намерeнная,
дабы показать как можно больше прекрасных работ кисти - просто потрясающего ярким живописным дарованием - аргентинского художника
Fabian Perez.
The romantic art of Fabian Perez is a nostalgicreminder of a bygone era. The Argentinean Artist usesan impressionistic style that Perez couples with anarray of colors, highlights and shadows to createvisually intriguing images and figures
At the age of 9 he became fascinated with the paintbrush, and using watercolors and tempera he painted portraits of his friends and family. His mother, Edua Herreria, a beautiful Brazilian women, met his father, a handsome and charismatic ladies’ man, Antonio Perez, in the late 1950’s, in Campana, a small city outside Buenos Aires.
They married and had four children of whom Fabian is the youngest. Edua was the creative force in Fabian’s life and Antonio was the inspiration for his work. Fabian witnessed his father’s unorthodox and often difficult life, portraying him in his paintings as “the cool guy” outside nightclubs and bordellos. Antonio owned a number of brothels and illegal nightclubs in Campana, and was frequently chased and closed down by the police.
Nevertheless the young Fabian was constantly exposed to beautiful women who could seduce a man “simply by lighting a cigarette”.
Today we see these “ladies of the night” exquisitely portrayed in many of Fabian’s paintings - memories of his youth and the nightlife he observed. At the age of 16 Fabian was faced with the loss of his mother and 3 years later the loss of his father. The sadness and despair he experienced left him confused and searching for answers.
In 1984 he had crossed paths with the greatest inspiration of his life - Sensei Oscar - who later became his teacher, master, close friend, and father figure. Heartbroken and alone, he therefore found strength and a degree of inner peace through the study of martial arts.
Then in 1987 Fabian set off on a journey that was to last until the the present day. After six months in Rio he took up residence in Padova, near Venice, where he stayed for seven years, studying with Oscar and painting daily before moving on to Okinawa, Japan.
He finally decided to experience a different side of life in the USA, and in Los Angeles he worked as a busboy and a model, and ran odd jobs for Universal Studios. With his days full, he painted throughout the night and considers this the most creative period of his life.
In 2001 two art publishers and gallery owners saw and fell in love with an exhibition of Fabian’s work. They met Fabian two days later and they formed a partnership to promote, market and develop Fabian’s career as a fine artist. The collaboration was an overwhelming success; every painting Fabian created was sold immediately and the demand for his work exploded. Today his work is published by DeMontfort Fine Art in the UK.
Fabian wishes not to categorise his style as he does not want to limit himself or his work. His art is simply the passionate expression of his strong romantic feelings. Inspired by what is known in martial arts as the Muga (empty mind), Fabian finds himself in this almost meditative state of mind when he is at work, and the purity of his creativity flows.
He now resides in Beverly Hills, California, where he paints, plays soccer, trains and teaches martial arts to close friends. He still travels the world for inspiration. The Creative Influence… When we look closely at the paintings of Fabian Perez we can see some fascinating visual signposts that point us in the direction of his influences.
The first of these is the night time setting for many of his most powerful images. This distinctive trait leads us directly to the door of his father, Antonio, who Fabian has always cited as the inspiration for his work. Antonio owned a number of bordelloes as well as other clubs and was frequently chased and closed down by the police. Thus was born the young Fabian’s fascination with the underground world of night in the city.
The second visual signpost comes from the women who appear in Fabian’s paintings. The intimacy and respect with which these “women of the night” are portrayed is due in no small part to his upbringing, where he was befriended and often cared for by girls that other schoolboys were being warned against.
The warmth and humanity of these women is as central to his images as their beauty and seductiveness. Like Toulouse Lautrec, whose vibrant but humorous portrayals of the Moulin Rouge cancan dancers offered us a uniquely intimate view of these extraordinary women, it is Fabian’s closeness to the reality of his subjects that sets him apart from other artists who might paint such figures from a greater distance.
Thirdly, there is the constant presence of rhythm which pervades every image, regardless of whether the subject is dancing or simply smoking on a balcony. This complete understanding of the tempo and cadences of the human body comes from two distinct areas of Fabian’s life.
One is his own musicianship which is hugely important to him and connects with his artwork on a profound level. The other is his dedication to karate and the philosophy it embodies of identifying the essence of an individual and communicating that central vital spark on the canvas. (c)
И - да, некая перенасыщенность песенного текста картинками - намерeнная,
дабы показать как можно больше прекрасных работ кисти - просто потрясающего ярким живописным дарованием - аргентинского художника
Fabian Perez.
The romantic art of Fabian Perez is a nostalgicreminder of a bygone era. The Argentinean Artist usesan impressionistic style that Perez couples with anarray of colors, highlights and shadows to createvisually intriguing images and figures
At the age of 9 he became fascinated with the paintbrush, and using watercolors and tempera he painted portraits of his friends and family. His mother, Edua Herreria, a beautiful Brazilian women, met his father, a handsome and charismatic ladies’ man, Antonio Perez, in the late 1950’s, in Campana, a small city outside Buenos Aires.
They married and had four children of whom Fabian is the youngest. Edua was the creative force in Fabian’s life and Antonio was the inspiration for his work. Fabian witnessed his father’s unorthodox and often difficult life, portraying him in his paintings as “the cool guy” outside nightclubs and bordellos. Antonio owned a number of brothels and illegal nightclubs in Campana, and was frequently chased and closed down by the police.
Nevertheless the young Fabian was constantly exposed to beautiful women who could seduce a man “simply by lighting a cigarette”.
Today we see these “ladies of the night” exquisitely portrayed in many of Fabian’s paintings - memories of his youth and the nightlife he observed. At the age of 16 Fabian was faced with the loss of his mother and 3 years later the loss of his father. The sadness and despair he experienced left him confused and searching for answers.
In 1984 he had crossed paths with the greatest inspiration of his life - Sensei Oscar - who later became his teacher, master, close friend, and father figure. Heartbroken and alone, he therefore found strength and a degree of inner peace through the study of martial arts.
Then in 1987 Fabian set off on a journey that was to last until the the present day. After six months in Rio he took up residence in Padova, near Venice, where he stayed for seven years, studying with Oscar and painting daily before moving on to Okinawa, Japan.
He finally decided to experience a different side of life in the USA, and in Los Angeles he worked as a busboy and a model, and ran odd jobs for Universal Studios. With his days full, he painted throughout the night and considers this the most creative period of his life.
In 2001 two art publishers and gallery owners saw and fell in love with an exhibition of Fabian’s work. They met Fabian two days later and they formed a partnership to promote, market and develop Fabian’s career as a fine artist. The collaboration was an overwhelming success; every painting Fabian created was sold immediately and the demand for his work exploded. Today his work is published by DeMontfort Fine Art in the UK.
Fabian wishes not to categorise his style as he does not want to limit himself or his work. His art is simply the passionate expression of his strong romantic feelings. Inspired by what is known in martial arts as the Muga (empty mind), Fabian finds himself in this almost meditative state of mind when he is at work, and the purity of his creativity flows.
He now resides in Beverly Hills, California, where he paints, plays soccer, trains and teaches martial arts to close friends. He still travels the world for inspiration. The Creative Influence… When we look closely at the paintings of Fabian Perez we can see some fascinating visual signposts that point us in the direction of his influences.
The first of these is the night time setting for many of his most powerful images. This distinctive trait leads us directly to the door of his father, Antonio, who Fabian has always cited as the inspiration for his work. Antonio owned a number of bordelloes as well as other clubs and was frequently chased and closed down by the police. Thus was born the young Fabian’s fascination with the underground world of night in the city.
The second visual signpost comes from the women who appear in Fabian’s paintings. The intimacy and respect with which these “women of the night” are portrayed is due in no small part to his upbringing, where he was befriended and often cared for by girls that other schoolboys were being warned against.
The warmth and humanity of these women is as central to his images as their beauty and seductiveness. Like Toulouse Lautrec, whose vibrant but humorous portrayals of the Moulin Rouge cancan dancers offered us a uniquely intimate view of these extraordinary women, it is Fabian’s closeness to the reality of his subjects that sets him apart from other artists who might paint such figures from a greater distance.
Thirdly, there is the constant presence of rhythm which pervades every image, regardless of whether the subject is dancing or simply smoking on a balcony. This complete understanding of the tempo and cadences of the human body comes from two distinct areas of Fabian’s life.
One is his own musicianship which is hugely important to him and connects with his artwork on a profound level. The other is his dedication to karate and the philosophy it embodies of identifying the essence of an individual and communicating that central vital spark on the canvas. (c)
7 comments:
Спасибо тебе за творческую работу. Какого великолепного художника ты подыскала к этой песне! Одно удовольствие просматривать эти полные жизненной энергии работы. Эх, хочется в Аргентину... где танцуют танго знойные женщины, и жизнь проходит в ритме этого полного огня и страсти танца.
Хорошо здесь. На твоих страницах можно мечтать, или искать вдохновения, или предаваться воспоминаниям.... Одним словом -шапо!
Вот - спасибо! Как только завидела слово - шапо - поняла, откуда отзыв. Но немного оконфузилась. Vasilissa , я так рада, что наши с тобой живописно-художественные предпочтенья совпали и в этот раз! Спасибо за комментарий.
Заходи.
Твоя Трень-Брень.
И хоть ни строчки, ни буквы, ни слова -
* самоироничный смайл * -
не понимаю, полагаю : страстно так, нежно, неистово и неизбывно,
конечно же - о любви?
милая моя Тренечка конечно же -о любви
Tu recuerdo sigue aqui
como un aguacero
rompe fuerte sobre mi
hay pero a fuego lento
quema y moja por igual
ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
Ты продолжаешь вспоминать,что здесь
как ливень громко стучит,
как томится пламя во мне
оно сжигает и тушит то,
что уже не вернуть,
если ты вспоминаешь меня,
мне от этого ни тепло ни холодно
Un beso gris, un beso blanco
todo depende del lugar
que yo me fui eso est? claro,
pero tu recuerdo no se va
siento tus labios en las noches de verano
ah? est?n cuidandome mi soledad,
pero a veces me quiere matar
Серый поцелуй, белый поцелуй
все зависит от места,
что я ушел это - ясно,
но твое воспоминание не уходит
я чувствую твои губы летними ночами
там они напоминают мне о моем одиночестве,
но иногда любовь к тебе убивает меня
Tu recuerdo sigue aqu?
como un aguacero
rompe fuerte sobre mi
ay pero a fuego lento
quema y moja por igual
y ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
Ты продолжаешь вспоминать,что здесь
как ливень громко стучит,
как томится пламя во мне
оно сжигает и тушит то,
что уже не вернуть,
если ты вспоминаешь меня,
мне от этого ни тепло ни холодно
A veces gris, a veces blanco
todo depende del lugar
que tu te fuiste eso es pasado
se que te tengo que olvidar,
pero yo le puse una velita a to' mis santos
ah? est? pa' que pienses mucho en mi
no dejes de pensar en mi
A раз серый, или белый
все зависит от места,
чтобы тебя забыть, что я должен забыть тебя,
я должна держать себя в руках
чтобы собрать всё-то светлое, что было между нами
здесь, чтобы немного подумать, что ты видел во мне.
Tu recuerdo sigue aqu?
como un aguacero
ay rompe fuerte sobre mi
ay pero a fuego lento
quema y moja por igual
y ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
Ты продолжаешь вспоминать,что здесь
как ливень громко стучит,
как томится пламя во мне
оно сжигает и тушит то,
что уже не вернуть,
если ты вспоминаешь меня,
мне от этого ни тепло ни холодно
Pensa en mi
es ant?doto y veneno al coraz?n
piensa bien
quema y que moja
que viene y va
tu d?nde est?
atrapado entre los versos y el adi?s
Думая обо мне
это лекарство или яд для моего сердца
думаю то благо,
что тушит пламя,
которое горит во мне,
когда ты покинула меня,
что я понял из твоего прощального стиха.
Tu recuerdo sigue aqu?
como aguacero de mayo
rompe fuerte sobre mi
y cae tan fuerte que hasta
me quema hasta la piel
quema y moja por igual
y ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
Ты продолжаешь вспоминать,что здесь
как ливень громко стучит,
как томится пламя во мне
оно сжигает и тушит то,
что уже не вернуть,
если ты вспоминаешь меня,
мне от этого ни тепло ни холодно
tu recuerdo sigue aqui
leirolai lerolelo ooo
rompe fuete sobre mi
pero que rompe, rompe el coraz?n
quema y moja por igual
se que te tengo que olvidar
si tu recuerdo me hace b?en o me hace mal
Ты продолжаешь вспоминать,
как это было,
что внезпно сломается, сломается сердце
которое сжигает и тушит то,
что уже не вернуть,
если ты вспоминаешь меня,
мне от этого ни тепло ни холодно
милая моя Тренечка конечно же -о любви
Ах, Дождь... Конечно же - о любви. *улыбнулась*
И Дождь - там, в пении/тексте.
Спасибо.
А ты знаешь испанский? Это - твой перевод? Или?
Дождь.
Давнишняя какая эта тема.
Надо же.
Какие темы были радостные, разноцветными буковками "набранные".
Сколько воды утекло...(с)
*вздохнула*
Но напевы - всё так же - любимы!
А ты знаешь испанский? Это - твой перевод? Или?
привет мой хороший человечек,нет испанский я не знаю)просто соскучился по блогу твоему *улыбнулся,вздохнул...*и поплыл по годам с самого начала образования твоего блога,а перевод нашел в интернете погуглил)
привет мой хороший человечек,
Здравствуй, Дождь.
Любимый.
нет испанский я не знаю)
а перевод нашел в интернете погуглил)
Я тоже не знаю.
Спасибо за поиски в гугле.
и поплыл по годам с самого начала образования твоего блога,
Знаешь, Любимый...я ведь тоже плыла по твоему блогу - от начала - до конца.
Кстати, я люблю возвращаться в давнишние свои темы...
В общем-то... - некая ностальгия...
просто соскучился по блогу твоему
Соскучился по моему блогу? Дождь, а ведь я новые темы помещаю.
Немного, конечно - сейчас.
Но ведь - сейчас... - о Лете.
Знаешь, Дождь, я всегда любила Осень. А сейчас вдруг - не знаю почему? - страстно - полюбила Лето.
*улыбнулся,вздохнул...*
Улыбайся почаще, побольше, Любимый.
И конечно же - вздыхай.
*улыбнулась....вздохнула*
P.S.
просто соскучился по блогу твоему
Соскучился по моему блогу?
По блогу?
Это значит - немножко - и по мне? *улыбнулась...вздохнула*
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