Art by Aurélien VIVIER

Don't Ask Me What You Know Is True

Don't Have To Tell You

I Love Your Precious Heart
I Was Standing, You Were There
Two Worlds Collided
And They Could Never Tear Us Apart

We Could Live For A Thousand Years
But If I Hurt You
I'd Make Wine From Your Tears

I Told You That We Could Fly
Cause We All Have Wings
But Some Of Us Don't Know Why

I Was Standing, You Were There
Two Worlds Collided
And They Could Never, Ever Tear Us Apart

Don't Ask Me I Was Standing There
You Know It's True You Were There
Worlds Collided, Two Worlds Collided
We're Shinning Through
And They Could Never Tear Us Apart

You Don't Ask Me
You Were Standing
You Know It's True
I Was There, Worlds Collided
Two Worlds Collided
Were Shinning Through
And They Could Never Tear Us Apart

Salvador Dali - Divine worlds

Guns''n roses---THIS i LOVE

FOR GOXILAND

Boris Indrikov

Boris Indrikov was born in 1969 in Leningrad, Russia. He graduated from the Art School as graphic designer. He worked for the Scientific Journal of Chemistry as illustrator. In 1994 he started his career as independent painter.

Boris Indrikov is a member of the International Federation of Artists of  UNESCO.

His creativity is mainly expressed in a mystical realism, not seldom inspired by Eastern cultures. With an unbelievable feeling for the rythm of lines, he could have been a costume designer as well. Most of his works are monochrome in earth colors.

His works can be found in collections in Russia, Holland, Germany, France and the USA.

ALICE

It's dreamy weather

we're on.

You wave your crooked wand

along an icy pond,

with a frozen moon.

A murder of silhouette,

crows I saw...

And the tears on my face,

and the skates on the pond,

they spell Alice.

I'll disappear in your name,

but you must wait for me-

Somewhere across the sea ...

There's the wreck of a ship

Your hair like meadow grass-

On the tide

and the raindrops on my window,

and the ice in my drink ,

Baby, all I can think of

is Alice.

Arithme-tic~~~~Arithme-toc

I turn the hands back on the clock.

How does the ocean rock the boat?

How did the razor find my throat?

The only strings that hold me here

are tangled up around the pier.

 And, so a secret kiss

brings madness with the bliss

And I will think of this

When I'm dead in my grave

Set me adrift,

and I'm lost -over there

But I must be insane~

To go skating on your name

And ,by tracing it twice

I fell trough the ice

Of Alice

There's only Alice

                                                 Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan

Dida Tomislav Holjevac

HARD TO BELIEVE

Innocent TEARS by Armaan Sadhoe

I see ... tears ...

from the depts of Innocence

For earth, and flower child

what do we leave?

Ego, Envy and Greed?

Ignorance and dissemblance?

I see tears

of the innocent

Ambushed

shoulder to shoulder

Where do we stand

in the Light of the Creator?

HARD TO BELIEVE

by Tatjana Mihailovic

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