Eliya Al
Eliya Aliyeva photography.
St.Petersburg-Baku
If you have any questions about my work-please email me!:) ilgama.aliyeva@gmail.com
Eliya Al
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Di by me
Di by me
Di by me
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Lina by me 
MUA:Sabina Kadimova
Lina by me 
MUA:Sabina Kadimova
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Gorgeous Tata by me
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Di by me
Di by me
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Leylusha by me
Leylusha by me
Leylusha by me
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Tabarca island
Tabarca island
Tabarca island
Tabarca island
Tabarca island
Tabarca island
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"

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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W. H. Auden
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Отчего так предан Пёс,
И в любви своей бескраен?
Но в глазах – всегда вопрос,
Любит ли его хозяин.

Оттого, что кто-то – сек,
Оттого, что в прошлом – клетка!
Оттого, что человек
Предавал его нередко.

Я по улицам брожу,
Людям вглядываюсь в лица,
Я теперь за всем слежу,
Чтоб, как Пёс, не ошибиться.
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