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Lično žene posmatram kao umetnička dela (ako mi se slika svidi i uklopi u pravac, naravno) Gušim se u drugačijoj percepciji žensko/ženske ljubavi. Za mene je ljubav žene prema drugoj ženi na razini divljenja npr ka Rubensovoj slici, tumačim je kao što bih tumačila velike pesnike i velike slikare. Stoga sam rešila da učinim sebi zadovoljstvo (a možda i nekima od vas) i da predložim pokretanje teme (više galerije) kojima bi se preko reči, slika, natpisa, grafita, obeliska, monolita, koječega glorifikovala žensko/ženska ljubav.
Počinjem sa slikama iz računara/nisu baš na razini deviant arta/sigurna sam da imate i bolje. Priložite.
Galerija stihova je dobrodošla. Stih kao slika, što rečitija, slikovitija slika


Ovo je moja omiljena:

HIMNA AFRODITI

Šarotrona, besmrtna Afrodito,
vešta kćeri Divova, molim ti se,
na daj da od tuge i jada, gospo,
srce mi puca!

Nego dođi ako si kada i pre
izdaleka molitve moje čula,
ostavila očeve dvore, sela
na kola zlatna,

pa mi došla, – eterom vozili te
krasni vrapci, zaprega tvoja brza,
bili hitrim krilima, s neba crnoj
vukli te zemlji,

dok su stigli. Onda me ti, o blaga,
s osmejkom na besmrtnom licu pita
šta me opet muči, i zašto opet
prizivam tebe,

i šta želim najviše da mi ima
srce ludo. ''Koju to opet žudiš
da ti Pita na srce vine? Ko te,
rastuži, Sapfo?

Ako beži, brzo će da te traži;
odbija li poklone, daće ti ih;
ne ljubi li, moraće odmah da te
na silu ljubi.''

Dođi i sad! Iz ljutog jada spasi
dušu moju! Za čim mi srce čezne
daj mi da se ispuni! Ti mi sama
zaštita budi!

Sapfa (oko 600.g PNE)

Frida Kalo:

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VetAAOkr ... re=related[/youtube]

"THE WALL",
MARCELINA MARTIN 1995

dodala bih text jedne od najlepsih lezbejskih pesama..

Melissa Ferrick - This is Love:

please come
surround me
give me everything you’ve got
because I
am ready to take this on

take my hand
won’t you lead me
anywhere other than this
because I am so in love with you
I feel stranded here without your kiss

I have fallen
into place yeah
this love feels like
snow on face

yeah it stings for a second
then it heats up and drips
turns into water
inviting me to
yeah to lick my lips
this is love
this is love
this is love
this is love

oh and you are the snow on my face yeah

so take me in where you want to
because I do not care where I end up
as long as it is with you
and as long as you promise me
you’ll never give up

because when you lean against me
you know my whole world just disappears
this is all it’s all i’ve ever wanted
I just didn’t know this was it
until I got here

I fall into place
this love feels just like snow on face

yeah it stings for a second
then it heats up and drips
turns into water
inviting me to
yeah to lick my lips
this is love
this is love
this is love
this is love

oh and you are the snow on my face yeah
oh yeah you are the snow on my face yeah

Immortal Aphrodite of the broidered throne, daughter of Zeus, weaver of wiles, I pray thee break not my spirit with anguish and distress, O Queen.

But come hither, if ever before thou didst hear my voice afar, and listen, and leaving thy father's golden house camest with chariot yoked, and fair fleet sparrows drew thee, flapping fast their wings around the dark earth, from heaven through mid sky.

Quickly arrived they; and thou, blessed one, smiling with immortal countenance, didst ask What now is befallen me, and Why now I call, and What I in my mad heart most desire to see. 'What Beauty now wouldst thou draw to love thee? Who wrongs thee, Sappho? For even if she flies she shall soon follow, and if she rejects gifts shall yet give, and if she loves not shall soon love, however loth.

' Come, I pray thee, now too, and release me from cruel cares; and all that my heart desires to accomplish, accomplish thou, and be thyself my ally.

The famous imitation of Sappho's "The Ode to Anactoria" by Catullus, li., Ad Lesbiam--

Ille mi par esse deo videtur,
Ille, si fas est, superare divos,
Qui sedens adversus identidem te
Spectat et audit

Dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis
Eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te,
Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi
* * * *

Lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus
Flamma demanat, sonitu suopte
Tintinant aures, gemina teguntur
Lumina nocte--

Ne znam šta znači, ali zvuči mi kao mantra Lezbolaha.

Ille mi par esse deo videtur, On mi se čini da bi mogao biti jednak bogovima

andjela vratila si se
evo, ja izrazavam obozavanje tvoje lezbejske licnosti

Originally posted by ns.happy
andjela vratila si se
evo, ja izrazavam obozavanje tvoje lezbejske licnosti

evo, moja lezbejska ličnost se priseća latinskog iz srednje, dok čekam stručnog prevodioca za Katulove stihove.







supero, superare, superavi..

edit:


Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi/Behold, lezbejke, ja sam iznad bogova sviju!/ništa me ne nadređuje/i am above all


never mind. idemo dalje