From head to too or part cropped, but the person should be visible, clear as the background too. A very interesting and animated class with lots of images, and discussions about "en tableau" inside, outside, stated or candid.
Last ten in !afterclass! pool
11 mars 2007
In mars, people "En tableau" with Oz
"En Tableau" according to our teacher, Ozzie, is a person (or more) with clear and interesting backgound. A scene in a context, with a main personnage in it.
From head to too or part cropped, but the person should be visible, clear as the background too. A very interesting and animated class with lots of images, and discussions about "en tableau" inside, outside, stated or candid.
From head to too or part cropped, but the person should be visible, clear as the background too. A very interesting and animated class with lots of images, and discussions about "en tableau" inside, outside, stated or candid.
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Excuse me I speak Spanish, and the next words get out of your photo.
Si a la vuelta de tu cabeza
Se presenta una estrella vieja y con luz en los pies,
Mirada lejana estirada con espinas rosas y manos mordidas por el tiempo,
Tiembla, tiembla y suda, suda y huye,
Corre tan rápido que tus pies vean tu espalda alejarse,
Ella ha perdido las alas cosidas con hilo extraído de tus pasos,
Y ha esperado muy quieta por un millón de siglos en ese lugar.
Corre como corren las desesperadas liebres seguidas por el zorro negro
Ella, que viene a buscar su nombre,
Su nombre que se ha pegado a tus labios sin que lo sepas,
Ella quiere cada letra, cada espacio entre silabas,
Cada uno de los acentos que están en tu lengua.
Corre ya caballo herido y olvida
Olvida lo que debes olvidar.
Olvida aquello que no nació jamás
Oriel Zolrak
Así salio.
Un saludo
If around your head an old star and with light in the feet appears, distant Glance stretched with pink thorns and hands bitten by the time, Shakes, shakes and sweats, sweats and flees, Runs so fast that your feet see your back move away, She are lost the wings sewn with extracted thread of your steps, and have hoped very quiet by a million centuries in that place. It runs as the desperate hares followed by the black fox run She, who comes to look for her name, Their name that has stuck to your lips without you know it, She wants each letter, each space between silabas, Each one of the accents that are in your language. It runs wounded horse already and it forgets Forgets what you must forget. It forgets what it was never born
it seems to be the english translations of what Carlos put here
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