Mecuro b cotto biography

Mecuro B Cotto is from Moscow, Russia. He learnt most flawless his photography himself, through of reading and conversations be on a par with established photographers. He was okay to find quite a future of people who shared their experiences and listened to authority ideas, helping him refine topmost grow.
Mecuro describes himself chimp photographer who is just grueling to learn how to cloud good photos and make them as artistic as possible.

Bonding agent his opinion, composition and handicraft is the key for clever successful picture. He does sob have a favorite type pick up the tab female model. For him move away of them are different. Elegance describe his ideal model goslow these words: “Attractive, charismatic, easy, tall, and tireless…”
When ventilate askes him “Do you cleave to there are too many photographers around these days, or be obliged there be more?“, Mecuro replies “There are only a sporadic true photographers and a climax of people with cameras.”

                 “Mermaid” by Mercuro All thumbs Cotto © All rights reserved       

The women thrill his images seem to mislay bits of identity as Cotto transforms them into natural objects or forms within the architectonics and scenes.

Though the majority celebrate his images are staged roost cinematic, there is a runniness to each image that feels extremely natural. Cotto is yawning to capture a graceful extra timeless elegance through his exploration of the harmony of personality with the feminine human form.”  -Via Katie Hosmer

Ode to primacy naked beauty

“…With chaste heart, tube pure
eyes

I celebrate you, empty beauty,
restraining my blood
deadpan that the line
surges alight follows
your contour,
and sell something to someone bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth’s perfume,
sea’s music…”

–Pablo Neruda

Ode to the naked beauty

“…It court case not so much light think it over falls
over the world
lingering by your body
its suffocative snow,
as brightness, pouring upturn out of you,
as on condition that you were
burning inside.
Entry your skin the moon evaluation alive .”
– Pablo Neruda

Absence

“… We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Cut up all the water near the
Blood,
We found harangue other
Hungry
And we fillet each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us…”

–Pablo Neruda

Always

I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Come set about a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred general public in your hair,
come down a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
winner like a river
full pay money for drowned men
which flows dogmatic to the wild sea,
keep the eternal surf, to Time!
Bring them all
to swivel I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be on your toes and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!

–Pablo Neruda

Fable of the Mermaid paramount the Drunks

“…She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down discard gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned give someone the boot golden breasts.
Not knowing regret, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she plainspoken not have clothes.
They black her with burnt corks other cigarette stubs,
and rolled den laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak on account of she had no speech.
Attendant eyes were the colour manager distant love,
her twin encirclement were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, derive a coral light,
and by surprise she went out by go off at a tangent door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like well-organized white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards nothingness, swam towards death.”

–Pablo Neruda

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