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The Dawn At Lake Of Viljandi by PeeterOra1 The Dawn At Lake Of Viljandi :iconpeeterora1:PeeterOra1 8 4 The Lake Of Viljandi. October. by PeeterOra1 The Lake Of Viljandi. October. :iconpeeterora1:PeeterOra1 18 4 The Lake Of Viljandi. November. by PeeterOra1 The Lake Of Viljandi. November. :iconpeeterora1:PeeterOra1 9 6 A Tuesday Afternoon by PeeterOra1 A Tuesday Afternoon :iconpeeterora1:PeeterOra1 12 8 Lust For Her by PeeterOra1 Lust For Her :iconpeeterora1:PeeterOra1 9 18 The Nun On A Tree by PeeterOra1 The Nun On A Tree :iconpeeterora1:PeeterOra1 15 5 The Man On A Moon by PeeterOra1 The Man On A Moon :iconpeeterora1:PeeterOra1 13 4
Literature
SCRATCHED TO GOLD
Yellow...
All it is pale, glowing from moist
brown strips with a burgundy hints,
gold – cracked into mirrors, pouring above.
The sun is dying like me...
I miss You so bad these days, the One, I never met.
I crave after Your touch, Your caress... how Your perfume
would draw the lines on my eyes,
so I can see nothing but You...
We should be walking right now
hand in hand... in my beautiful home-town,
in the castle-ruins, siping red bordeaux...
I would puff from my cigarette, and You would throw bread
to the tussling ducks, who would love You for it,
as I already do!
Yet..You are so far...
My soul screams for You
in need!
(The way egoistic bastards always do...)
I am just a man,
and You are the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world...
but this is not the case here...
The point is, that You should be here!
With me! So, that I could hold You, protect You
and make You smile...
so You could be happy
and at ease...
under this shining blanket of golden autum leaves,
kissed
by the t
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The One I`ll Never Meet by PeeterOra1 The One I`ll Never Meet :iconpeeterora1:PeeterOra1 7 4
Literature
PALVE
Kus on mu unistuste kodu,
kus mu viimne rahupaik?
Kus puhkust saab orjade rodu,
kelleks mu mõtted on. Vait
tahan olla ja lesida liival,
igikestvas vaikuses suikuda
esivanemate hingede kõrval
väsinult, õndsana uinuda.
(1996)
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Literature
TULEVIKUS KEEGI MEID EI...
TULEVIKUS KEEGI MEID EI MÄLETA
                Pühendan vend Toomasele, Defile,
                Palule ja teistele pisi-Peda tüüpidele,
                kel oli kombeks "paneelide peal" õlut juua.
Me joome õlut lumisel väljal,
olles sõbrad juba ammu ja veel.
Pudel käib käest kätte ringi,
kuid millegipärast on nukker me meel.
Võib-olla tajume, et kord sureme
ja praegu võib olla me viimne päev.
Ka seda me teame, taipame,
et meist mälestust maha ei jää.
Tulevikus keegi meid ei mäleta.
Tulevikus keegi meist midagi ei tea.
Tulevikus lihtsalt meid ei tunta.
Tulevikus keegi meid meeles ei pea.
Surres me vaikselt ära kaome,
kaome teiste inimeste eludest,
vaid ise end taga leiname,
sest teistel on küllalt oma muredest.
Meist mitte midagi maha ei unune,
mis kuidagi me eluga o
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Literature
MAAILM
Punakas-must pliiatsijoonistus
on vähendatud maailma portree.
Kuid ta kaob ilmetult igavikku,
kui põrkavad puruks klaaskerad.
Võlutud mets
üks sõna
järel vaid tuhk.
(1994)
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Literature
OIL ON CANVAS
        Tollele tundmatule.
On viimane aeg,
kui sa pole veel
liig vana
mees.
Noppida küpseid
kirsimarju
hurmavate neitsihuulte
tarvis.
Neidis, kelle verinoorelt, alasti näolt
sa just oled laenanud jooned
Marie-Antoinette`i kaunile kujule
nädalaid meelen mõlkund õlimaali tarbeks.
Nüüd.
On aeg
käest heita pintsel,
et rambe heinalõhn
päiksega tembit
sind meeletuks-meeletuks teeks.
Aeg
maitsta rindu (ja huuli, ja puusi),
mis küpsemad-valmimad
kirssidest.
Kiirusta!
(2000)
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ROHELINE VERI
                Silviale.
Nende lihtsate sõnade traagika on valus.
"Ma armastasin Teid, preili,"
tasa kogelesin, nõtkudes kastani vilus.
"...Ja näete, armastan veelgi, veidi..."
"Kuid nõnda teeb haiget Teid näha
seltskonna tuhmhallis melus, sama tuhmina..."
"Jah, piinav on neetud võõristust tajuda
ja too valu, kord juba tulles, jääb edasi närima..."
"Ma pole südinud poeedina,
kuid surra tahan sõnana,
mis pudeneb Te huulilt...
ükskõik, mis sõnana, tuulis..."
"Tuulis võiks siis pudeneda
tuhaks, põrmuks, et emmata
Teid, preili – emmata. Tasa."
"Ma armastasin teid, preili
ja tunnen veelgi mõrkjat valu.
Tahan küsida, kas näete piiri,
kust algab ristikheina-välu?
Neljalehelise ristikheina välu..."
Ristikult neljanda lehe rebimine tapab ühe haldja.
"...Ja vist ka minu – inimraipe, värdja..."
"Te kätel on roheline veri!
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HURM
         Lainelile.
Tolles väikeses aias, kus akaatsiad
tantsivad, lilled kuid laulavad puul
ja linnud, nende muusika maitsjad,
metsikusse tardunud aastad, ja kuul,
mis helgib purskkaevu magusas
lõhnavas vees, pole iialgi und,
nümfid - saatürid vaikivad vaguralt,
sest saabunud on armunute tund.
Tütarlaps, kelle kleit valgena hämaras
rõhutab huuli, mis esimese annina
kinkinud ta kallimale, veidi võõras
on tunne, mis pillutab kannina
hinge, ja meeltesse tukslevat segadust
külvates, joonistab kehasid paari
suletõmbega üheks, peitmata saladust,
mis polegi saladus, kesk rohelist saali.
Väike aed näib selleks vaid olevat,
et piiga võiks, kartmata pilvi,
hoida oma Sädelust ja mõlemat
ei leiaks igavik avali silmi.
(1996)
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PATT
Auroni ja Yevre`i vahel õitsval tasandikul,
aastal, mil sündis XI Louis,
Bourgesi taaruval kõnnakul
ma tolmupilves vantsisin...
St. Steven`i kloostri mõtlik siluett,
missale kutsuv kellakõmin,
puukingade kopsiv ballett,
kauge laadaplatsi sumin.
Nagu Saatana kingitus väljusid tõllast,
su damast-kleit vajus sõnnikusse, prahti,
kael ja randmed hiilgamas kullast,
kuid mind märgata polnud sul mahti.
Kaks paaži klammerdusid seelikusiilu
ja te kadusite kirevasse pööblisse.
Mu ohe sähvatas katuseviilu
ja ägades end matsin ma piiblisse.
Olin sõdur, aga sina tegid must munga
ja ei tea, miks igal aastal, palverännakul
tulen Bourges`i, et veel kord suga
saada kokku linnast viival käänakul.
(1996)
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   Now I can really draw the line under this year`s most important project of mine... They took down my paintings, and my painting-exhibition in my lovely home-town is over... It is a good feeling. First personal exhibition over 10 years, and the first one in my life, with what I am utterly content with... I painted those paintings more than 8 months this year - 6 to 8 hours a day, and every month there happened to be only one or two days, when I couldn`t paint this theme on some mundane reasons. Painting these series has changed my life, I have grown to be a better person, a better artist, a better man... And I am very grateful to the Universe, to my close people - who during my past dark times didn`t stop believing in me... Thank you all, from the depths of my heart, I hope I was able to show you now, that you guys were right, I was worthy to believe in... In the beginning of the year, when I started with this project, I didn`t dare to dream of making an exhibition, nor didn`t I dare to believe, that I could achieve technically such results...but I did, I am still a bit surprised, that I managed to create series of paintings like those...
  And of course, I can`t ever thank enough Angela, my wonderful model - without Her, there would not have been these paintings and this exhibition... So, Angela - where ever You are - thank You, with all my heart for everything!
   I have been very busy during those past months, I took some teaching-jobs... one of them, being art-teacher in the school for kids with special needs... it has been very intense, but I have enjoyed every second of the process...
  In January, in one tiny gallery, in my home-town, I will be opening a small exhibition of my newest abstract/surreal paintings, to celebrate one special day: 2 January 1998, when I painted my first artistic painting ever. So, now the 20 years have passed, and I am finally artistically there, where I dreamed to be back then, I am technically able to paint whatever I please, and never has been painting, nor drawing so natural, so fluent to me. I am very grateful and happy with my life!
  It is so wonderful - dark and gloomy November in Viljandi, Estonia - so many shades of vivid browns in the woods and grey tones in the sky, steel-blues on the lake and the ravens - oh, those wonderful birds greet me every time, when I visit near-by forest. Every morning I walk there with my faithful friend, my wolf-brother :) - my dog, Reks...
  But this year would have not been so wonderful and exciting without you, my fellow-deviants! Thank you for supporting me and giving feedback to my art, this means more to me, than words can ever express! 

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PeeterOra1 Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Professional Traditional Artist
You are very welcome! :)
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QueenBea-1610 Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much, Peeter for faving my drawing of Twiggy! It means a lot to me. Have a beautiful day! 😀❤️✌️
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PeeterOra1 Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2017  Professional Traditional Artist
Will do! Cool! :) Have a beautiful day! :)
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LadySeshiiria Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Awesome, I'll probably do another journal in about a week so watch for it in you mentions!
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PeeterOra1 Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2017  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you for explaining! Yes, you can feature me! :)
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