Russian Poetry


The unknown is terrifying territory. 

Whoever was born in South-America, in the 70’s, grew up dreaming of Disneyland, getting a pair of imported “american” tennis shoes for Christmas and acquiring electronic devices. The idea of traveling, even inside the country, was a far fetch for most of the ordinary people. We had the freedom, just not the money (nor the culture). Cuba and Russia, throughout the Cold War years were painted as hell itself, those terrible communists child-eaters and their despicable, vicious, socialist ways. Anti propaganda was subtle and agressive, at the same time. Heaven on Earth was the american dream and Dante’s inferno were compressed in the letters USSR. 

Time is wise and the winds never ceases blowing. Life is this little sail boat that, by chance or necessity brings us to the edges of the world, and shows us what our eyes and soul were longing or needed to see. 

Life is full of plot twists.

From HEL ( those who travel know where it is) I had to flee to the Great Unknown.

And suddenly, here I was, prepared for the wild, cold and unkind roughness of Russia.  

Instead I found all the opposite of whatever bad things I had ever heard.

Kind, true, helpful, well read but humble, beautiful people. A city that transcends beauty, history, culture. Deep blue skies, white snowy grounds and breath taking architecture that even in a -23°C makes you just stop and gaze, astonished, such enchanted, magical, gorgeous sceneries. Useless to describe. If you want to comprehend the beauty of this place you will have to come and see, explore, experience it by yourself. Leningrad is amazing. Saint Petersburg is astonishing. 

The unknown is a wonderful territory.
Beauty and coziness inspired me.

Russian composition of color and poetry.
PAINTING AVAILABLE: 

“Russian Poetry” – acrylics on canvas – 30×40

march/2017 – Luciana Mariano ©

lucianamariano1@hotmail.com
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O desconhecido é terrível território.

Quem nasceu na América do Sul, nos anos 70, cresceu sonhando com a Disneylândia, ganhar um par de tênis americanos “importados” para o Natal e adquir aparelhos eletrônicos. A idéia de viajar, mesmo dentro do país, era um sonho distante para a maioria das pessoas comuns. Tivemos a liberdade, apenas não o dinheiro (nem a cultura) para tal. Cuba e Rússia, ao longo dos anos da Guerra Fria, foram pintados como o próprio inferno, os terríveis comunistas comedores de crianças e seus modos desprezíveis, viciosos e socialistas. A propaganda “anti” era sutil e agressiva, ao mesmo tempo. O Céu na Terra era o sonho americano e o inferno de Dante foi comprimido nas cartas URSS.

O tempo é sábio e os ventos nunca cessam de soprar. A vida é este pequeno barco de vela que, por acaso ou necessidade, nos leva às margens do mundo e nos mostra o que nossos olhos e nossa alma anseiam ou precisam ver.

A vida está cheia de reviravoltas.

De HEL (aqueles que viajam sabem onde é) eu tive partir para o grande desconhecido.

E, de repente, aqui estava eu, preparada para a selvageria, frieza e desagradável aspereza da Rússia. Mas ao invés disso, encontrei só o oposto disso tudo. 

Pessoas amáveis, verdadeiras, prestativas, bem instruídas, mas humildes e lindas. Uma cidade que transcende beleza, história, cultura. Céus azuis profundos, solos nevados brancos e arquitetura de tirar o fôlego que, mesmo em -23 ° C faz você parar e olhar, surpreendido, encantado, a mágica de tão belos cenários. Inútil descrever. Se você quiser compreender o que é a beleza deste lugar, você tem que vir, ver, explorar, experimentar por si mesmo. Leningrado é incrível. São Petersburgo é surpreendente.

O desconhecido é território maravilhoso.
A beleza e o aconchego me inspiraram.

Composição de cor e poesia, russas.
PINTURA DISPINÍVEL: 

“Poesia Russa” – acrílico sobre linho – 30×40

março/2017 – Luciana Mariano ©

lucianamariano1@hotmail.com 

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3 comments

  1. EU SEMPRE SONHEI COM O TERRITÓRIO RUSSO E SEMPRE VIAJEI POR ELE NA LEITURA DOS SEUS MARAVILHOSOS ESCRITORES. nUNCA SONHEI COM A DISNEYLAND E NEM COM QUALQUER CIDADE DO TERRITÓRIO NORTE-AMERICANO, DEFINITIVAMENTE NÃO É A CULTURA QUE EU ADMIRO.
    ADOREI SUA PINTURA!

    1. Eu era guevarista desde adolescente…rs. Mas o cidadão comum (especialmente o que não lê) sonhou mais com o Mickey do que com Dostoyevsky. Lindo aqui… E ainda não vi nada! Obrigada pela visita ao blog ❤️ Bjs

  2. I had lived in Los Angeles as an immigrant, for thirty years and never went to Disneyland, even if I worked for a couple of years near Anaheim, neither to Knotts Berry Farms, even when it was just half a block away!
    Too cynic of the rampant commercialism, around me, I have not being in a lot of cities here in the USA, and never to the East coast, to be a fair judge, but except for San Francisco there is little here to write home about it, everything it’s constructed with an utilitarian mind, and there is very little history on anything!
    I kind of chuckle when people get full of indignation, when they bring down a building they should had preserved as a historical site, when the building it’s not even a hundred years old, in fact you will have a hard time finding any construction that old, except for The first site in Los Angeles to be listed was the Rómulo Pico Adobe in the Mission Hills section of the city, which was listed in November 1966 at the inception of the Register. Several of the oldest historic sites are located in the Los Angeles Plaza Historical District in Downtown Los Angeles; these include the original Nuestra Señora La Reina de Los Angeles Church (1822), the Avila Adobe, Los Angeles’ oldest residence (1818), Olvera Street, the Italianate style Masonic Hall (1858), and the Italian Renaissance Revival style Merced Theater (1869.
    All of them build when California belonged to Mexico, except for the Merced theater.
    Any place that it’s over forty, fifty, or sixty years old here, very likely will be demolished in the near future,
    And I still wonder why tourist flood the city from all parts of the World, when in reality there is nothing worth seeing it, except for maybe the Museums, who draw a few tourist but not many.

    Hollywood Blvd, it’s the most visited street in LA as we call here Los Angeles, and it’s as cheesy, and seedy as Revolucion street in Tijuana, and as fake as Disneyland, and you probably can get better bargains, and better food, at Tijuana. 🙂

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