he
I wanted the moon –
the one that cries at night –
touch the ground.
Maybe you know why?
To me grieve?
Maybe, you know, where
This fad moon?
Not with any chance,
that jasmine and nard
white clothed
this night and merged
flavor them with rays …
Or just then,
so sadden me? ..
Maybe you know why
white its flavor
petals radiate?
Why in white mourning
night then clothe
and, kissing me,
you laughing through tears
here on this earth …
To grieve me? ..
Laughter, the tears –
what they meant?
And your kisses …
she
So … I wanted you to grieve.
Juan Ramon Jimenez
Odile de Schwilgue was born August 30, 1952 in Strasbourg.
Line, the artist graduated from the Institute of Arts in his hometown, Faculty zhivopisi.Odil inherited a passion and talent for art from probabushki through the maternal line.
In the house where she grew up, was a collection of paintings and frescoes.
And the young woman who loves adventure and sailing, with a diploma in hand went to Parizh.Tam she joined the artists ”Figurations critiques”,
who regularly put on the Grand Pale.Chtoby bytnezavisimoy and live with art, Odel wrote portraits on Montmartre.
In this strong woman who hides a sensitive and gentle soul.
Audel his art may surprise and inspire. ”- Luce Bonnefous
Nice-Matin.
Odile De Schwilgue
