Art on ice

Art on ice

snowflakes falling into deep dreams
winter’s cold unmercifully fading away
skater longing for Nijinsky’s music
empty the tribunes in the dark

and i shaped out of ice his heart
i drew the beats on the frozen ground
to see him skate with the moonlight
to hear the violins blessing the crowd

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Evgeni Plushenko Nijunsky tribute 2004 – best performance.

You are probably wondering what does summer girl like me has to do with all this ice. Well, strangely enough, ice-skating is my favorite sport, I could never be a skater, brutally cold for me, but I can sit for hours and watch ice-shows. Evgeni Plushenko is my favorite man skater, I don’t think there has been a better one on the ice. I can very easily call him the King of ice and if you’ve seen the video you’ll probably agree with me. The jumps he does are hardly done by others, triple axel and combinations of triple, double, single jumps … the footwork, the artistic touch when he skates, so powerfully beautiful, I adore him. He is no longer active skater and watching the World Championship two weeks ago … without him, it wasn’t the same. So here this post is for Evgeni, for all the lovely art moments he gave to the crowd and me. 7 times champion of Russia,  5 times champion of Europe, 3 times World champion, Olympic champion in 2006 … well, I take a bow and continue to admire him with all my heart and soul.

P.S. It’s amazing to feel inspired again and to think about somebody else but Brian :)

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"Evgeni Plushenko" by Nadija on DeviantArt

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Libertango

Libertango

She wanted to dance, just one last time,
to grab the violin strings of Libertango,
the triumph and the spice of breaking dawn.

If only he was here, with last summer hand in hand.
If only the blue eyes could strike the crying fragrance.
The rest is all in vain, colorless and in pain.

Two steps back, high heels and the dress black.
Two steps ahead and a grip to make her sway.
Dancing tango, steps and pyre, their tango.

Slaves of the rhythm so known,
he will close the embrace, she will lead the chase,
flowing vigor and the ground walking drizzle.

She would seduce him, let all shields down,
he would follow the breath, let her rest on his chest,
and the music will veil the faces once pale.

On and off beats, on and off bodies,
wrapped legs, arms like arrows,
flash on silky lips in a horizontal move at eclipse.

And the crowd, hearts and lives on pause,
staring eyes, filling caves, stealing grace,
striving riots of somber days with hail.

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“Tango” by Tatiannna on DeviantArt

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles


Love was walking …

Love was walking …

Walking with the drizzle,
watching the drops of rain
mixing with the noise of hope,
leaving the irrational fear,
the intruder of my dreams
helpless, blind, disorientated,
begging for mercy, for help.

My heart before cringing,
now growing confident,
my eyes once looking weak,
now glowing and dark green.
Miraculous glitter touching
the rainbow behind the clouds,
smiling to strangers at the park,
chasing the fatigue, flowing away.

And then … Stillness.
Beauty flooding my body
and mind, because love was
walking next to me,
encouraging my heart beat,
whispering secrets to passion,
showing me your face
in the crowd of thousands.

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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