"Dark Angel Divine" #new Fine Art Nudes by Juan Carlos Hernandez #photography #photo #art #erotic

#photo Hommage à mon père et aux ouvriers "Which Side Are You On ?" + Pete Seeger song

Mon père, aujourd'hui ,15 novembre 2012, est mort, il y a 8 ans. Je lui rends hommage. Lui, dont le travail était aussi noble que mal payé :  à savoir fabriquer et monter des systèmes de chauffage

Je ne peux m'empêcher de penser aussi à l'armée de diplômés universitaires qui actuellement n'ont aucun scrupule à conribuer à la destruction de la société , souvent sans en avoir conscience, en se comportant comme des soldats de la mondialisation en prétextant qu'ils ne font rien d'illégal. A vrai dire, nous sommes beaucoup à faire des choses qui vont contre notre conscience, pour gagner notre croûte. On courbe, on plie l'échine.

#photo "Old Man" + Neil Young song #photography #art

#photo "The Spaces Between" + poem by Diana Matisz + Chris Isaak Song

I'm honoured to collaborate with another US poet, Diana Matisz, who put her mature and sensitive words on one of my photos

I hope you will enjoy this poem named by Diana, "The Spaces Between".

Regards

Juan Carlos

The Spaces Between

we wait for life to find us

for death to take us

we detain joy

and place love in detention

an instance here

an hour there

a foot-drag

a pause

a waiting game

and while we wait

the spaces between 

the waiting

do not hesitate

the spaces between

do not wait

Diana Matisz, 2010

#photo "I Can't Be Satisfied" + Muddy Waters blues music

Photo prise à la rue des Bains  à Genève en juin 2009. 
"No huyo de ti...estoy yendo hacia mi..."  ©Mercedes Mayol 

..

"Shadows" + song inspired by my #photo by Liz Gilbert

Do you know Liz Gilbert ? I know her thanks to twitter, her nickname is @anodyne2art. A wonderful human being. Her heart doesn't know limits.

She wrote a song "Shadows" inspired by this photograph. Life is full of special gifts and someone feels sometime blessed with this one.

Liz Gilbert : "Shadows was recorded live, just me as is my wont, in a freezing cold studio after coming back from seeing a kid in a coma (after bad car accident he was in....I have been involved with a lot of kids here for over 20 years...the budding artist ones)...an intense time to say the least."

04 Shadows by Liz Gilbert

#photo "But Not For Me" + Chet Baker #jazz song

Discover the playlist but not for me with Chet Baker

#photo of the Famous Water Fountain of #Geneva #Switzerland + The Jellowjackets song

The Water Fountain of Geneva

Hypocrisy about illegal strangers in Switzerland + Manu Chao song #photo

I'm born and live in Geneva, Switzerland.

Switzerland is a very rich country but not full of rich people. Lot of us are common people with common incomes, like me and more are working poor (15% of the population)

I took this photograph on the 2009 summer during a the Peru National Holiday in my hometown Geneva.

The occasion for thousands of latino-americans from Geneva to have some good time.

This people work hard during the week and most of the time being "clandestinos" .. illegal strangers, living in the fear to be caught by the police.

So, with this simple image, I wish to pay tribute to this great people who raise our children, who clean our houses, who cook in our restaurants, etc.

It seems they are more or less 5000 (Geneva : 500 000 people).


 Overall, it would be fantastic if we finish with some hypocrisy of right wing politics party and we, at last, legalize lot of them.

The multicultural Geneva is not only the Geneva of the United Nations but also and overall, for me, this Geneva. The Geneva I like really

Finally, an interesting link about the subject (in french but don't forget "google translator) if you want to read more about illegal strangers in Switzerland.

Thanks

#photo "The Masquerade Is Over" + Nancy Wilson #jazz song

Genève, août 2009, Parc des Bastions 

#photo "Dance Of The Infidels" + Bud Powell #jazz music

#photo "Waiting" + Chris Isaak song

#photo Lonely Woman + Ornette Coleman music

Fine Art Nudes by Juan Carlos Hernandez - Alda Merini poem "Paura de Tuei Occhi"

Paura dei Tuoi Occhi, Omaggio ad Alda Merini (http://www.aldamerini.it/)
Voce Recitante - Graziella Ferraccù
Pianoforte - Ovidio Bigi
http://www.poesianuda.com/

Registrato al teatro De Andrè di Casalgrande, Italia

Talk To Me + Tindersticks song

Ne vois-tu pas que son regard est innofensif ?
Je l'ai plaqué

Cry Baby + Janis Joplin song

Crier et pleurer dans le désert tes souffrances

Just Like A Woman +Bob Dylan song

Photopoem with Sophia Fine : "REVEALING THE VIRILITY OF THINGS" + jazz music of Paolo Fresu

Hello,

I'm happy and proud to collaborate again with Sophia Fine, a fantastic painter, very talented writer, and special friend.

Once more, she was inspired by one of my photographs to write a beautiful poem. Her style, as always, is modern poetry at it's best!

Take a look to our other collaborations.  Don't forget please to play the wonderful music of Paolo Fresu reading the poem. The player is located below at the end. 

I’m always looking forward to collaborations with Sophia, and I hope the feeling is mutual!

Juan Carlos 

REVEALING THE VIRILITY OF THINGS

How to begin at the beginning:

"When are you going to stop asking too much from life."

His words fall in to broken pieces on the cold ground.

Their echo reaches her tired dimming soul.

Feline’s patience will force a smile.

Tensing for a glimpse of his swaying mood.

Between her face and his, the softness of a child is taking form and vanishes.

No way to bring back lost love.

Thirst for love, thirst for ecstasy,

rare pearls in the palm of her hand,

transformed to cicadas with their

long monotonous song.

Music score for Doom.

Like a Horn of Plenty, the Messenger's Bag spills out a haze of Joy and Sad.

Memories found and lost.

The blue sea flickers like a zoetrope, and the simmering light alternates in quick succession. Suddenly the brilliant Sun leeches the landscape of all Colors.

The desire, passion... close, so close.

Only sea and sky the limits between them.

Hollow whispers that none of them can hear.

In the shadow a man, a young man,

caresses a woman. The stroke of his hand

erases the wrinkles around her eyes,

and returns some of the youthful 

Luster on her graying hair.

Her voice murmurs hauntingly without

Vocabilaire, paling every word, speaking 

In sentences..

Mind runs dry.

The yearning, the need, the “Never More” choking every heart beat.

“Remember for hours I was gazing

Into your eyes... still didn't know us.”

Swimming in a murky river, the bodies

Try to reach the familiar banks.

Trembling, trembling so...

With eyes closed to see. 

The island is lost and the wind vanishes resistance.

Time brings happiness.

Time kills time.

Welcome friend, or enemy.

Mine, First Love, began with a caress.

Muzzle, neck, legs, my hands run over my Horse's Splendid body.

Then a word carefully chosen, or Silence. 

That was a pure Love's Joy!

Eternal to Be.

Ah Love, you only stay with Love,

To make Happy.

Stay young, he once said, tossing her

slender body up in the air.

There were kisses, summer rhymes, caresses.

Descending in his young arms, on a sea of anemones,

felt his Kiss, his lips ... and Love.

Exuberance full strength.

Rapido Con Brio.

Ah Love, you only stay with Love,

To make Happiness.

Like a Horn of Plenty, the Messenger's Bag spills out a haze of Joy and Sad.

Memories lost and found.

The invisible wounds within,

suspended passions, simple desires

waiting to be revived, to be felt again,

to have a second chance, bending on hard cold ground never to return.

Souls are cleaving to reach...without hope.

A knife suspends from the sky never known where-when will drop to cut.

This sky soon will be starry but the stars don't care, they have their own life.

Angels are not real.. Make their own life.. Who will care.

The night shrinks to nothing.

Stillness.

The Rhythmical clock sounds out of breath.

His distant gaze reflects a Forest Burning..

Flames dancing in a young woman's form,

calling erotic verses echoing his lust desire.

Faces light up for a moment of flash

to disappear In an ebony darkness.

His desire will fall on a cold marble bed on Time's Call.

Doesn't take much time for evil to stage.

The soul wants to Be, to feel the touch in the young woman's arms,

Deep in her arms, on her inviting softness..

breathing her Love, Quiver that take his breath away.

But Everything still, only the sound of the rattling time.

Stillness is an invitation to death inside, nothing will be revived.

Is softness in silence.. Hurting Stills.

This Life will be viewed behind a misty glass.. creating healing illusions.

Their footsteps will echo through empty corridors of time...

Perhaps a little night's music will bring a sliver of reality past..

sans prelude of herald melodies.

Time steals love... No ransom.

No living back the taken.

Time steals time.

"Don't let the children go through the smoldering gaverous fields..

their innocence will make deep holes in their souls."

In a spike of light she will see the first

wrinkles on his forehead..the lost desire

in empty eyes.

Tonight let's put away the Real!

Compassion in C minor will do in the new settings!

Time kills in time.

Life Heals in Time.

"I saw a shooting star! Good luck!"

BIZZZ!!! ........ LIFE IS ON!!!

Sophia Fine JUNE 2011

Inspired by a photo... Inspiration applied on other, than the obvious.

"Mi táctica ..." + poesia recitada por Mario Benedetti

Fotografia de "su" mano, una mano negra, publicada originalmente en mayo del 2010. El tiempo paso y lo puedo decir ahora, la publiqué despues de una gran pena de amor. Creo que no fui ni buen tactico .. ni buen estratego y mismo si paso mucho pues .. no pasa nada, la vida fluye ;-) "Avec le temps, va, tout s'en va" decia Léo Ferré

Táctica y estrategia (Mario Benedetti)

traduction du poème en français : http://www.le-perfologue.net/piloter/Strategie_et_tactique.html

translation of this poem in english : http://www.emule.com/2poetry/phorum/read.php?4,32871

Mi táctica es

mirarte

aprender como sos

quererte como sos

mi táctica es

hablarte

y escucharte

construir con palabras

un puente indestructible

mi táctica es

quedarme en tu recuerdo

no sé cómo ni sé

con qué pretexto

pero quedarme en vos

mi táctica es

ser franco

y saber que sos franca

y que no nos vendamos

simulacros

para que entre los dos

no haya telón

ni abismos

mi estrategia es

en cambio

más profunda y más

simple

mi estrategia es

que un día cualquiera

no sé cómo ni sé

con qué pretexto

por fin me necesites.

What A Wonderful World .. + The Ramones song

Which is our future ? We have to change everything, our ways of life, because this world is now a trash. Fortunately, WE, people, are more and more to want and look forward for a change. We need it