I am a Fine Artist.
+ more bio informationWhen I was one of gentle age,I asked myself what life was for.I looked for truth, and for its sakeI carried on, I carried on...When I was young, I fell in love,I was a bride, my child was born,And love removed that question-thornAnd carried on, and carried on...I know now that an answer's rayLife has its reason to postpone,As... More..
Brought into living like a leafI look at death in disbelief,I look at wounds in disbelief...Why lives of many are so brief?All those who vanished through the pain,All who were burnt, all who got slain,What truth behind them, what not truth?What prize took winners that survived,What dreamy-cozy paradise?The heavens are built o... More..
The Queen of PiratesLong ago, who knows when, there was a pirate, a scourge, one vicious young girl. She grew up on a pirate ship. It was all she ever knew, how to kill, to rob, to burn, and how to hide the win. She was short, with skinny crooked legs. She could've died in childhood, when sickness came...But she survived. All... More..
You play games. To satisfy your egoYou compliment meSo another guy feels belittled.You are fast to impress me, soft spoken,But then sometimesYou show an outburst of anger.You are a possessive man.You have me,And we have great times,And when I sincerely tell you"I love you," you respond, "You are crazy!"Why can't you explainWh... More..
To My GrandmotherWhen lonely days surround like a crew,Your tired mind's upset and bruised,Let go of sadness. Why remember lessOf what consisted long and fruitful past?As time progresses, why remember lessDays when you were touched with tenderness,When voices trembled, eyes were filled with gleeAnd answered you ditto to lover... More..
On the face of this countryAn insignificant speck,Here he came among bounty,And he is not going back.Little luggage, poor speech,But so smart, he could tease you,And his hand's holding strongImmigration visa.He treats statue of libertyLike a goddess in disguise,And her fire is flickeringIn his hoping eyes.Time flies by, he'll... More..
Have no fear... The ghosts dwell hear.Into the cold night they steer.Their faces are pale, with no pores,Sleazyhands touching yours.Don't be scared... Be preparedTo leave warm bed, let them stareAs you fall into their hall.The hall is big, and you are small.No trembling... The ghost is dwellingIn the basement. On a railingIt ... More..
When dividing a number by zero, lets stay practical. Say, I have ten apples. I need to divide them between ten same size families (10 member each). It is usually understood, that dividing has to be in equal portions, very abstract act indeed, because in real life things are more often divided among people unequally. Anyway, i... More..
From the seeds of the innocence,Grow wild petals of poverty.Smashed by the onlookersThey revive themselves in the dew.They know of no comparison.They feel equal with everyone.The world to them is joy and funUntil their eyes get open.Then the dew gets suddenly salty,And their hearts turn desperate.People shower with pity the s... More..
Once I had this dream, a very fancy, delightful dream, where I was living in a lap of luxury, pampered, sophisticated, involved in pleasant travels around the world, and my husband was a renown doctor. I woke up and for a good while digested that frivolous vision. Next, I telephoned my friend who knows all about horoscopes an... More..
Victoria Dorain
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