Girls of Beauty Through Sadness and Pain

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=145 BGCOLOR="#3366CC" TEXT="#080000" background="049ff483.gif"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" background="04aff483.gif"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#6666FF" FACE="Arial" ><B>Melancholy Europe </B></FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#663399" FACE="Times New Roman" >    </FONT> |    <B> </B><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#0000BF" FACE="Times New Roman" ><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Melancholy Europe "><U><B>home</B></U></A></FONT></div> <div> <A HREF="id17.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Underlying Flame of Faith in our Rus"><U>The Underlying Flame of Faith in our Russian, Native Folk</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id18.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Meo Liliata Rutilantium"><U>Meo Liliata Rutilantium</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id19.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="JUNE 19 "><U>JUNE 19 </U></A>   |   <B>Girls of Beauty Through Sadness and Pain</B>   |   <A HREF="id21.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Novi Mir"><U>Novi Mir</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id22.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="1984"><U>1984</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id23.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Et tu Brute?"><U>Et tu Brute?</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id27.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Novi Mir I"><U>Novi Mir I</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id28.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="fuBball spielen"><U>fuBball spielen</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id29.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Novi Mir II"><U>Novi Mir II</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id30.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Novi Mir III"><U>Novi Mir III</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id31.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Cars"><U>Cars</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id32.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Novi Mir IV"><U>Novi Mir IV</U></A></div> <div> <IMG SRC="04bf0050.gif" border=0 width="496" height="5" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> Girls of Beauty Through Sadness and Pain</div> <div>                                                                                                     <IMG SRC="4666e9b0.gif" border=0 width="110" height="155" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"> </div> <bR> <div> 'And what is there left for me to dream of                            </div> <div> now that I've been so happy beside you...</div> <div> Oh bless you for not having turned away from me.'</div> <div> White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky</div> <div>                                                                    </div> <div> VERONIKA ZEMANOVA</div> <bR> <div> A sole in solace from the fields of mother Russia, from the grain barrels and epithets of stoically proud men. From the lilting grasp of the step, and of your forefathers home.</div> <div>    From the gates of the school house to the crossroads of many hearts; always to the east dear Veronika. You came a calling from battlements of Ceske Budejovice and of Franz Kafka's wain in the Eden of Bohemia. The 'Castle', still a long way off in the sky.</div> <div>                     <IMG SRC="0b92f910.jpg" border=0 width="303" height="401" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="0bb21910.jpg" border=0 width="289" height="401" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div>    <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Serpentine" >You were that little girl of another day; saluting that imposing sky of dawn red incarnadine.  And from whence we came, onto the chattels of the golden sun that is recorded now for all our sins.</FONT></div> <div>    But don't look now fair breeze Veronika, for your skin burns hot to the touch. Remember all our grievances, our deposits lumpen and material that make a drain on the path to your soul.</div> <div>    This is not a poem fragile, melancholic, timorous fraction of your homeland's winter plain, just a muse. Go on, live life, be happy!</div> <bR> <div> EGERHAZI ZSANETT</div> <div> Rather to thine of the gentrify, exalt presence, as is mine. And did you feel polemic, Mon signeur meo paternoster,  to canonize grace from far on the clementine branch - of our makers and our home. Please summon via the nations, a wet suckling cloth and the churchyard at vespars; your hand and mine.</div> <div>                            <IMG SRC="314c9350.jpg" border=0 width="201" height="309" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="351cb350.jpg" border=0 width="203" height="309" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="349bf350.jpg" border=0 width="191" height="309" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div>   Say please from the redding waters of Balaton, where enmities stand alone. Fountain as was Mephistos ghost, and from the rubrix pacific means come shining -  one from the catholic branches, by save of the forints - thrown from your fountain of gold.</div> <div> SIERRA</div> <div>                    <IMG SRC="34bc6330.jpg" border=0 width="198" height="307" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="34dd8330.jpg" border=0 width="216" height="307" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="350bb330.jpg" border=0 width="187" height="307" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> ARIA GIOVANNI <FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#990000" FACE="Serpentine" >BIOCHEMIST & RESEARCH SCIENTIST</FONT></div> <div>                                  <IMG SRC="0d2359d0.jpg" border=0 width="309" height="413" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="0d41c9d0.jpg" border=0 width="284" height="413" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Courier New" >  </FONT>Prago meo rappresaglia, for Roma and her name. Illusion sought of hunger, for preying Tibertina on message of the last. Doubt pride by the pall of the master's or say maestro, sei we shall sing; we shall dance...you will be mine tonight.</div> <div>    Anteriore, my men on a mission of legions and their trek from dear Rome. But sail when collage was the sup of  man, when torch or never world could catch by the hand. And what shall we retort? A master has a mind, as a flower waves, and the sun shines down. Drowning is the nave of a glutinous joy, a fill, a day, a filament of heaven that 'Totti' spilled your way. Skills, such skills you behold, my name shone upon, the lights unfold. Or was it  master, be it the maestro's hold on our summer, blessed betrothed. Is this it? Neptune purveying the seat that he holds, as is the boat on the feathered brow of song, see how! Be it another song, that you have left untold. </div> <div>                               <IMG SRC="13252770.jpg" border=0 width="594" height="375" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div>    And did I see you as we reached Roma, all be it yesterday by the resurrection steps and Il duce...the maestro heading for home? Battled of awnings all boarding for the night, when the landscape asked of a new land; lanterns that stole out for the west.</div> <div>    Contortions of an allegory, far Italia in a storm, by mishap or nether journey, your ship now the potent tale at last. This is me, this San Diego, quixotic a place as opera avenue, gracing the treason as legions- say it be maestro, my entrance as of in dreams. Avanti, and the chorus peers as in the raid on our brother's, lucidly dancing from streams we took. El Capitano, da Spagniol I see that the once is a chance as we take the last from our mast in the passage of the end. The nape come call to arms, my master in vision or the Gods - say be maestro, for the sun is here - unmasked. But you say you float here, on your own here; a la sophoria. And in Sephardic, as was my mention, that grand old exit on the sea. </div> <div>    Goodbye then mass of Norfolk reeds, for in truth even the crown of John said the churls would alight, breakfast star of a northern night on the moor or in village sight, of California. I play at intention, dream for the saving of the life in mention, when dawn trials for you. And if I judged, then I am very sorry... Opera is avenues turning point; Roma, Alma Ata - latin stipends in the ocean of my home. </div> <div> <I>                          <IMG SRC="160b4930.jpg" border=0 width="436" height="659" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></I></div> <bR> <div> <I>You are my creation...my view...my treason of time.</I></div> <div> <I>You are my pal bespoke of notion</I></div> <div> <I>for the place of lazy ladders </I></div> <div> <I>that draw me to your heights.</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>You are my anger...my pain...my punch out live,</I></div> <div> <I>as if pleasing an audience of strangers.    </I></div> <div> <I>Policies of guiding the blind to sit say that</I></div> <div> <I>you are my curtain by the court of night.</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>You are my private...my endless repetition...</I></div> <div> <I>my petition of less to end.</I></div> <div> <I>You are my dawn caller</I></div> <div> <I>braying all be it brazen </I></div> <div> <I>to seek subtle witness </I></div> <div> <I>from the presence may I land.</I></div> <div> <I>From whence you came a-calling</I></div> <div> <I>the headstone of my birth place</I></div> <div> <I>by which you call to mention...my willow in the ground.</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>My home now is of new inventions:</I></div> <div> <I>to clone seasons of prepositions</I></div> <div> <I>with advents by the sound.</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Bene ageri et laetari</I></div> <div> <I>for degradation is by proof of mind.</I></div> <bR> <div> In Memorium...</div> <bR> <div> <I>I don't know if the riddle of the dark</I></div> <div> <I>Beyond the grave is solved,</I></div> <div> <I>But life - like Autumn</I></div> <div> <I>Silence - is detailed.</I></div> <div> Boris Pasternak 1890-1960</div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="4dc8d420.jpg" border=0 width="397" height="578" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#990000" FACE="Goudy Old Style" ><I> </I></FONT>           <IMG SRC="46223560.gif" border=0 width="291" height="342" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div>                   <FONT SIZE="7" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Serpentine" >HEATHER ANN WEST</FONT></div> <div>                   1970 - 1987</div> <div> <IMG SRC="4ddcd360.jpg" border=0 width="205" height="310" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="07fc2370.jpg" border=0 width="194" height="311" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="091b4370.jpg" border=0 width="436" height="311" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> If the life  of Heather Ann West could be summed up in the poetry of images,  then it would have to be the disquieting cold eyes amongst the apparent laconic ease of the pictures above to understand, or at least empathise with her suffering, depression, sadness and despair. </div> <div>    <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Serpentine" >There has been much written about the West family of Gloucester, England. Much has been given as to the sobering details of daily life, of monumental events and to both the zenith and nadir of a family that was eaten up from inside by  carnal predators, an infectious puss filled wound of a couple by the names of Frederick and Rosemary.</FONT></div> <div>    But events, dates, occurrences are of the past, of years when time was different, some how unaccountable. Heather lived, died, and most importantly, will be remembered by the image, by  a feeling. Emotion is the cadence for the flicker of a spiritual candle in the night. When our world of definition, structure and form collides with the avenues sometimes of hope; often of adventure; always of uncertainty, we want to hold on and be strong. And if the flickering candle is no longer there, if there is nothing but shrouded darkness, we feel sad. But remember that the darkness can not last for ever, through the majesty of death comes the reassurance of the light of a new day.  </div> <div>              BILLIE JO JENKINS</div> <div>                   1983 - 1997</div> <div>                  <IMG SRC="61d95f30.gif" border=0 width="405" height="243" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div>  LAURA SADLER 1980 - 2003</div> <div> <IMG SRC="610368d0.jpg" border=0 width="310" height="397" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><IMG SRC="6110f8d0.jpg" border=0 width="527" height="397" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Serpentine" >               </FONT>For my own personal tribute to Laura, see <U>JUNE 19</U> at the top of the site.</div> <div>                             </div> <div>  </div> <div>                            <FONT SIZE="6" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Serpentine" >PATRICIA DENNISON</FONT></div> <div> <I>                                                Star of the fields above my Father's house,</I></div> <div> <I>                                                        My Mother's grieving hand...</I></div> <div> <I>                                                                </I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Goudy Old Style" ><I>Russian Proverb</I></FONT></div> <div>                                                    </div> <div> Have I known you, as I have known this world?  The sunlight on an autumn leaf, the shrill market home of a portrait: Gethsemenai; Pravda; Oscar in the cold. This sir is automan, a leaven practice of a coat at arms, and of respect. Artery filled of life, my dying days. </div> <div>    And what would we reason, when I had dreamed that I had left you? Pale winds, as of Somerset won, active daily - Somerset won. </div> <div>    I miss you. Goodbye hope of the ever after. Goodbye...meine tanteliese. Patricia, my aunt.</div> <bR> <bR> <div>                                              </div> <bR> <div>                                                                                    <embed src="HTMLobj-610/You_re_Always_on_My_Mind.mid" autostart="true" width="145" height="70">  </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>