Autumn
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I feel, it’s here, it always has to be: The autumn, with my yellow tree. The little rain, a classic blues, and me … (18.07.2017)

Louvre: Gerard David – Marriage at Cana
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Richelieu wing – 2nd floor – Flanders, 17th century – Room 19 The scene takes place in a house in Bruges, on the square of the Holy Blood, whose Gothic constructions are visible through the open windows. The feast table, … Read More

Clouds
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I try to surprise the sunrise on the blue lake; the clouds hide it… (25.07.2017)

The gulls
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… and in the morning, on the lake, the sleeping gulls dream of the blue sea… (04.08.2017) (Nicolae Sfetcu)

Pastel
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White swans On the green lake Under the blue sky. The sun rises. (Nicolae Sfetcu)

Obsession
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Obsession, a vertical line that cross the sky in the darkness of my consciousness. Nicolae Sfetcu

The Three Dead Kings
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Prior to the Danse macabre (which features Death taking with him a hierarchical medley live), The Three Dead Kings is in the form of painting, miniature, d of illumination or sculpture, three corpses addressing three young pedestrians (or three young … Read More

Rainer Maria Rilke, “Death”
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Before us great Death stands Our fate held close within his quiet hands. When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine To drink deep of the mystic shining cup And ecstasy through all our being leaps— Death bows his … Read More

Jen Titus, “O Death”
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Jen Titus in the American television series Supernatural episode “Two Minutes to Midnight” (2010). O Death — also known as O, Death, Oh Death, and Conversations with Death — is a traditional American folk song. Its original author is unknown. … Read More

Stephen Crane, “God Lay Dead in Heaven”
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God lay dead in heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood That fell upon the earth. It, groaning thing, Turned black and sank. Then from the far caverns Of dead … Read More

Lord Byron, “Epitaph to a Dog”
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 Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. The Price, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human … Read More

W. B. Yeats, “He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead”
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Were you but lying cold and dead, And lights were paling out of the West, You would come hither, and bend your head, And I would lay my head on your breast; And you would murmur tender words, Forgiving me, … Read More

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