Free Coolest Techdeck Live Games "Conversation in Residence

) - Buñuel (Бунюэль)
L. (Л.) - Lorca (Лорка) D. (Д.) - Dali (Дали)
Испанский вариант:

B. Magnifica late! Some time ago I missed the rain. I'm glad (of) being carried.


L. You
emocionáis you with anything. Sometimes it is are the lilies in the canal, others the moonlight.
D. You guys are unworthy sons
1923. You have not taken anything from us or been under the wings of airplanes. And yet you dare to name you lead people. Not know that the engine explosion sound better than heroic verse. I'm going. I'm with your contact right away because I have myto obsession, it is our joy. We ... idiocy we've raised almost lyrical category. We have come to the lyric of human stupidity. Hey! What if I get to see your entire Oda?
L.

Oh Salvador Dalí olive voice!
not praise your halting adolescent brush or your color
round the color of your time,
but laud your longing for eternity with limits.


D. Cadaqués Verses! I do not understand all the things you say about my paintings. But keep the Seguridata that you think the only actual genius. You know. Despite the donkey that I am at how little literature lame
muelto you left me. Muelto, muelto!

B. Dear friend Pepin. Dalí influenciadísimo by Garcia Lorca. It creates a genius imbued with the love he Federico processes. You must come here to Paris, and remake of the disastrous influence of Garcia.
soon, your friend Luis Buñuel.
Hey, Pepin! Dalí is lagging behind. Federico's fault.
L.


But above all
sing a common thought that joins us in the dark and golden hours.



D. I see your every cited. Hopefully. Your shoe, you ... your suitcase. Write me a lot. Every day. Or every two days.

L.

... your brush in the air, before the sea
townn you. Pepin

Ola! Your "Poem of the stuff is very bad. You have the danger of the spread and the joke. You have no idea how hard it is to find a whole poem as exciting as I sent him - so poetic and so ... inartistic! I'll do me the favor of Buñuel's address is in the worst possible artistic level. On the cine.Tengo to write.

B. Dear
Pepín I received a letter from Frederick and his acolyte, Dalí. It has enslaved.
L. and D.
Pepin, Pepin! What? What is this? Are you upset? Did you know? This is not done with a person like me. Come on, Pepin. Write me soon. Tell me many things. Vamos!
and are excited day by day the edges are like waves and waves (waves) that are like the edges. One day the moon ...

B. Hate! Eternal hatred to the moon!

L.
One day the moon will wet (wet look) elasticity of wet fish, and the tower of the church ranging from soft rubber on the houses of lime or chewed bread.

Cenicitas! Oh, my little cenicitas! Salvador! Remember me when you're on the beach and especially when the crackling and unique paint cenicitas. Put my name in the box that my name may do some good in the world and give me a hug that well you need your Federico ...

D.
Federico!

If you have money you could come to Barcelona looking forthe aesthetics of the flame, indecisive and crazy. Now I know what I lose apart from you. I would like ... but as the great and joyful singing your father when he sings the Sardana "A llagrima." I behaved like a donkey indecent you, that was the best that are to mí.A As the minutes passed I see it (в фильме: I noticed) and I have true feelings. Tonight (cer) eat with all friends and will pledge to you and me stay in Cadaqués.

D.
Cadaqués, Cadaqués ... Enough of Cadaqués!
Dear Federico, excessive depth could be worse. It could be a trance. Why do not want anything so with irony? See clearly but Incolore. That is an irony. Paint all the waves of the sea! I, nor anything I like that I like enormously. Ecstasy is a danger to the intelligence. And run away from things that I might ecstasy.
At seven o'clock in the afternoon when I finish painting, I'll take my lesson from Charleston. To avoid having to contemplate the unbearable spectacle of the sunset. The charleston dance is thrilled as well impoverished spirit. Ah, well I feel! About not having to feel the anguish of being immersed in nature. Or in the confusing, incomprehensible. It is now clear where art begins and where naturism.

I painted all afternoon. 7 hard and cold waves, such as the sea. 7 more paint tomorrow.
I have to explain the Holy Objectivity now calls theXC I love you. Someday we shall meet again. How well spend! I go to my pictures of my heart.

L.
The moon came to the forge with his stowaway
lilies.
The boy look, look. The boy is watching.

In the shaken air the moon moves her arms
, and shows lubricious and pure, her breasts of hard tin.
"Moon, moon, moon! ..

B. Hate! Universal hatred to the moon!


L.

... I can feel their horses. The rider approached
drumming plain. Inside the forge the child's eyes are closed .tions of the rider. have to leave things free of preconceived ideas and conventions with which the intelligence you want to submit. Ugly, pretty - they are two words that no longer make sense.
Horror - that's another thing. I have drunk death on your back. I tell you the day you lose your fear of shit in juanramon, in Salinas, and so on., That day you leave the rhyme, art understand just how rotten swine! That day you do fun things, horrific, poetic, and no poet has done.
Bye. This winter I invite you to launch into space. I'm at. Post data. You're a storm and you need my Christian paganism. Last season in Madrid surrendered yourself to what you should not have entRegart ever.


L.
Dear Anne.
If I have not written before was not my fault, but because of my days a bit silly of Madrid. May not show signs of life but my intensity does not change ... Besides, I never forget. I think Cadaqués. I think an eternal landscape and current, but perfect. The horizon rises like a great aqueduct built. Silver fish come out to the moon and you mojaras braids in the water when the song comes and goes stutterer canoes gasoline. Then come the evening and no longer anyone. My memory is seated in a chair. I remember as Crespell and red wine. You're laughing at you and your brother Salvador Runca gold as a bumblebee. Salvador! Amigo! ..

I'm too alone in the dining room. But I can not get up. A drawing by Salvador foot entangled me. What time is it? Right now I eat a bit of cute. "Savior? No, not him. Are these black-robed women who go to see a notary.
My recollection is always intense. Regards to your father!

Don Salvador Dalí-and-Cusí

Figueras January 16, 1930
Senor Don Federico García Lorca.

is very sad for me to have to inform you that I had to take my son home to Salvador. It has been painful for all of us but dignity was necessary to take such desperate resolution. In one of the pictures of his exhibition in Paris had the baseness to write these words andor (...) is a well-made. Girls who come from the sea and the beach and look down from the mountain tours - want. I'm pretty isolated and do not like talking to anyone. As there is with the waiters are cute.
Salvador! I remember you always. I remember you too. It's like having a gold coin in hand and can not let go. But I do not want release. When I have to think about how ugly you are to love more.

But above all
sing a common thought that joins us in the dark and golden hours.
... our friendship painted like a game board.

Русское "переложение"

B.
I miss you. This winter we will certainly see you in the Residence. But - I do not know why - it seems to me that nothing will be the same.
L.

Net halo sails, the green waves ...

No, "greens" will not go ...

Bitter face blue and sandy strands
semicircle sails closes the horseshoe ...
sing your sredizemskuyu clarity ...

No, "sredizemskaya clearTh "- not cross out ... ... And it is here that:

" I was enviable, and your sanity Catalan,
explanation of all individuals stubbornly ... "


D. When I read all your "Ode"? conscience in you not, your sending a drop!
L.
Dear! I finish "Ode to Salvador Dali." I was assured that in the next issue of the "Western Review" it may be already read. This will be done, Пепин. Дали (в плане искусства) тащится далеко позади, и в этом вина Федерико!


Л.
Но важнее другое ...
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Д. Твои вещи мерещатся мне едва ли не в каждом углу - то рожок для обуви на полке, то чемодан у стола. Как бы я хотел увидеть во плоти - тебя самого!
Пиши мне обязательно! Каждый день или хотя бы через день.

Л.


Твоя смуглая кисть да купается в море,
населенном матросами и парусами.
Кадакес, балансир лукоморья и взгорья,
Гребни раковин в пене и лесенок ленты ...



Д. Экая ты япошка-шоколадка! ..


Л. Наша близость
, что схожа с азартной игрою ...




Д.
... фирмы "Шушар"!

Л.


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