About Me
- Natalie
- A Russian immigrant who loves to write in English!!! Natalie Wood and I were born in the same Don River region in the Southern Russia, at a different time though! "Words stop, Silence wins, True communication begins" "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away..."
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Piggy & I...
Shadowy Image
The Lincoln Theatre
The Lincoln Theatre
Next to My Window
Windy April 13th
Living....on
W/Patriarch of the Soviet Theatres
MCH Reception
Living Muse
Verona Arena-"Aida"
September '08
Fieldston @ Night
"My" Saved Lily
"Natasha"
W/bitchy lil Madison
In Soho at Night
59 Street-Hot Night
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"Aida"
"Poetessa"
6 comments:
Your voice is too sweet and delicate for that poem, Natalie.
Time's angered me today,
I do object, I protest!
It requires rough, tough, real anger at the opening.
Otherwise, very nice to hear you recite once again, and a very nice hat on a very attractive young lady on a very windy day.
Beautifully spoken and at the end, always your radiant smile. I am glad you are still posting for I will miss you when you are away in Russia. I know you will have a wonderful time with family in your beautiful country.
Here is a little info I found:
KRONOS (or Cronus) was the Titan god of time and the ages, especially time where regarded as destructive and all-devouring. He ruled the cosmos during the so-called Golden Age, after castrating and deposing his father Ouranos (the Sky). In fear of a prophecy that he would be in turn be overthrown by his own son, Kronos swallowed each of his children as soon as they were born. Rhea managed to save the youngest, Zeus, by hiding him away on the island of Krete, and fed Kronos a stone wrapped in the swaddling clothes of an infant. The god grew up, forced Kronos to disgorge his swallowed offspring, and led the Olympians in a ten year war against the Titanes, before driving them defeated into the pit of Tartaros.
Many human generations later, Zeus released Kronos and his brothers from this prison, and made the old Titan king of the Elysian Islands, home of the blessed dead. Kronos was essentially the same as Khronos, the primordial god of time in the Orphic Theogonies.
Thank you, Fram,
Ohhhh let me assure you,I know HOW to protest, if I really have to!
Yoli, thank you!
You did your homework! I did learn something from you too!
"La place Rouge était vide
Devant moi marchait Nathalie
Il avait un joli nom, mon guide
Nathalie"
Comme le chantait Gilbert Bécaud...
J'ai repris une trés jolie phrase de votre blog : "La vie n'est pas mesurée par le nombre de respiration que nous prenons, mais par les moments qui nous coupent le souffle ... "
Merci de votre passage et message.
Bonjour de France
Mr. Klean,
Merci de ton aimable message and je suis content de le lire.
Bnjour De Russe
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