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Pablo Neruda / Lisa G. | Here I Love You / Qui ti amo

Qui ti amo.
Negli oscuri pini si districa il vento.
Brilla la luna sulle acque erranti.
Trascorrono giorni uguali che s'inseguono.

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

La nebbia si scioglie in figure danzanti.
Un gabbiano d'argento si stacca dal tramonto.
A volte una vela. Alte, alte, stelle.
O la croce nera di una nave.



 Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter  Lisa G. - Canadian painter

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.


Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.

A volte albeggio, ed è umida persino la mia anima.
Suona, risuona il mare lontano.
Questo è un porto.
Qui ti amo.

Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.


This is a port.

Qui ti amo e invano l'orizzonte ti nasconde.
Ti sto amando anche tra queste fredde cose.
A volte i miei baci vanno su quelle navi gravi,
che corrono per il mare verso dove non giungono.
Mi vedo già dimenticato come queste vecchie àncore.
I moli sono più tristi quando attracca la sera.

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.

 Lisa G. - Canadian painter  Lisa G. - Canadian painter

 Lisa G. - Canadian painter  Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative painter

La mia vita s'affatica invano affamata.
Amo ciò che non ho. Tu sei così distante.
La mia noia combatte coni lenti crepuscoli.
Ma la notte giunge e incomincia a cantarmi.
La luna fa girare la sua pellicola di sogno.

Le stelle più grandi mi guardano con i tuoi occhi.
E poiché io ti amo, i pini nel vento
vogliono cantare il tuo nome con le loro foglie di filo metallico.

My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

 Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative painter  Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative painter

 Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative painter Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative painter

 Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative painter Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter

 Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter  Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter

 Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter  Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter

 Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter  Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter

 Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter  Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter

 Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter  Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter

 Lisa G. - Canadian Figurative Surrealist painter

Lisa G. - professional painter born in Montreal, Canada living near Paris France. Self educated painter
I am passionate by the color and the matter my painting is built by short stories witch I like to imagine spontaneously.
My main topics are love, peace tolerance, freedom but I also like to play with humour through my stories.
In short terms, I function with the emotion and imagination.
She says:
“I believe that I can express myself only through form and painting. It is a universal language by which all my emotions passes from my mind. It is my way of existing, my breath”.