Oil Painting (English)
“Why not you draw my picture?” suddenly she said. A girl of twenty, depth of forest in her face eyes are blue lagoons lips are as soft as lotus. Thick black hair like a shiny river, many monks lost their way at her neck. Breasts are like volcano eruption is underway beside the curvy Silk-Road undulating desert parks her hip, a spring beneath the mountain deep. No other artist could be canvas painted something different. Yet she made me painted her picture using words. Uploaded by | Répás Norbert |
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Olejomaľba (Slovak)
"Prečo nenačrtneš môj obraz?" zrazu povedala. Dvadsaťročná mladica, hĺbka lesa v jej tvári, oči sú modré lagúny pery sú mäkké ako lotos. Husté čierne vlasy ako lesklá rieka, mnohí mnísi zablúdili na jej krku. Prsia sú ako sopky, čo práve chrlia lávu medzi krivky Hodvábnej cesty, zvlnená púšť spočíva na jej boku, prameň hlboko pod horou. Nijaký iný umelec by nemohol na plátno namaľovať niečo iné. Ale ona ma primäla zobraziť ju slovami.
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