In the country of the holy names under clouds
soar childish dreams.
They are clean and do not read the worlds.
Their host is flickering in the bosom of beauty.
Where the dreams of children - always a playful
and the truth, and peace and quiet.
There, from time immemorial, hope
his girlfriend took faith.
Dreams of children - they are inexhaustible.
They are stored in a storehouse of heaven.
Dreams - they always loved children.
Dreams - they are the parents of miracles!
@ Olga Kogan
A dream, she winged,
A dream, she lives!
And let her once
Someone does not understand gloomy!
After all, the dream of the people?
Not on the mountain, not on Hood,
And strive for beauty!
Look closely attentively:
How many times brighter
In those charming smiles
And dreamy eyes!
Garden with river resonate,
Stars swirling in the mist,
Songs in the wind born,
Tales roam the earth ...
My greetings to you, openers
All the treasures of the planet!
Be happy, dreamers,
Restless seekers
Dreamers and poets!
E. Assad
His journey into the world of art Michael Gorban (Michael Gorban) started at nine years old, the daily sessions - two hours on studying zskizov and two more on painting lessons. At eighteen, Michael graduated from the Kishinev Higher Art School in 1982, the Academy of Painting in Lviv, specialty graphics. In 1990, Michael Gorban and his family decided to emigrate to Israel. His paintings are in galleries and museums in Russia, as well as in private collections in the USA, Canada, England, Japan, Belgium, France, Germany, Australia and Israel.
"Painting - a sensual experience. The artist gives you your soul in the painting." - Says Michael Gorban today from his studio in Petah Tikva, near Tel Aviv. "I will not sign your name, until I am completely satisfied."
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