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EXPLORE Jun 25, 2008 #277

Thanks Monique for help with title

My Christmas card for 2007, that I painted in oils.

 

Madonna and Child

“. . . whatever you did for one of the least of these my brothers, you did for me.”

 

In our time, as the rich grow richer and the poor poorer, the gulf widens between us and the Christ child.

 

In this painting, the mother cradles her infant. The cup in the corner awaits our gifts.

 

With the cross in the background and the Pieta-like pose anticipating the crucifixion, the cup also represents the chalice that holds the blood that Christ shed for the remission of our sins.

MARGARITA.

 

Una cara preciosa, chiquitita

unos ojos azules, como el mar;

la melena más linda y más bonita:

¿Verdad que adivinaste, Margarita

que solo de la tuya puedo hablar?

 

Exhibe en tu candor tu personita

la música sonora de los vientos

el suave tornasol que resucita

la alegre primavera, Margarita,

la bella pulcritud de sus momentos.

 

La leve bruma de la tardecita

los rayos puros, que nos dan calor

orlando en bucles esa cabecita

tan pequeña y tan linda, Margarita,

como grande y sublime es su esplendor.

 

Cuando ríe, es preciosa tu boquita

y parece, al mirarte, que las hadas

fueron todas volando a tu cunita

para darte, querida Margarita,

sus bellezas etéreas, encantadas.

 

Y si lloras, se plasma en tu carita

la tristeza del lirio de los valles

y una lágrima nítida y chiquita

que se va deslizando, Margarita,

por tus mejillas, sin sonoros ayes.

 

Eres, nena, un ángel que suspira

un poema, una flor, una esperanza.

Muchos vates quisieran que su lira

vislumbrase tu efigie en lontananza.

 

Eres promesa, en manos del Destino

eres un beso, de la gran Natura

eres suave remanso del camino

que llevará una vida a la ventura.

 

Eres el cielo puro, del verano,

eres el fresco oasis del desierto,

eres el sol que alumbra nuestro llano,

la brisa bruja del pinar del puerto.

 

La bella flor, que nace en primavera,

la grave alondra que al espacio grita

y en el fúlgido verdor de la pradera

eres la mas bella margarita.

 

Created for the Kaleidospheres & Kaleifractals group - Abstract challenge #1

www.flickr.com/groups/k-spheres_k-fractals/discuss/721576...

My peach tree is in full bloom, so I decided to take a macro of one Peach Blossom.

Hope Ya'll like it. Lol: Gasssman.

(view in large for details)

Visión personal de los fuegos artificiales dedicadas a todos los amigos que estuvieron en fiestas.

Il frutto proibito

 

Explore, 19 ottobre 2008

40x42 on stretched canvas

MesoAmerican Adam and Eve (photoshop) .

 

The Toltec Empire and leaders created an unmatched mystique in the minds of the Central American people. The Toltec leaders were thought of as being alongside deities. Later cultures often revered them and copied their legends, art, buildings and religion. Many future rulers of other cultures, including Mayan leaders and Aztec emperors, claimed to be descended from the Toltecs.

 

www.mnsu.edu/emuseum/prehistory/latinamerica/meso/culture...

www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/m/mark_twain.html

Mark Twain , USA Philosophizing Writer Quotes

Born November 30, 1835; Died April 21, 1910

 

I don't like to commit myself about heaven and hell - you see, I have friends in both places.

 

I have made it a rule never to smoke more that one cigar at a time.

 

I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.

Mark Twain

 

I have never taken any exercise except sleeping and resting.

Mark Twain

 

I make it a rule never to smoke while I'm sleeping.

 

___________________

Excerpt of Kahlil Gibran’s The Eye of the Prophet (Margaret Crosland’s 1995 translation)

 

Woman

 

I owe Woman all my life.

I owe her this self which was born from a cry,

I owe her all my writing.

 

Woman opened my eyes.

Woman freed my soul.

 

Without Woman-mother,

Woman-sister, and Woman-friend,

I should have dozed among those for whom

Drowsiness is a divinity

And snoring a form of worship.

 

EXPLORE # 109 and 134 on Wednesday, June 25, 2008; # __ on 06-24-2008

I just loved the light as the sun fell lower behind the trees and lit the little bushes on the side of my deck in the backyard. June 1 on Explore # 206

Måns Zelmerlöw - Brother Oh Brother

I've been there

I thought she was the one

Until I realized that she was gone, ooooo

Beauty can't describe

The way she looked

I was a fool, for love

 

Please don't make the same

Mistakes I did, don't let her win

Don't give in

 

Believe me Brother oh Brother

She will break your heart

Leave her tonight, be strong

Cause Brother oh Brother

She's gonna tare you apart

Don't stay and fight. . .

 

Pic taken at Chouchou pure SL

 

Lo so... lo so... non sembra più nemmeno una foto :) però che ci volete fare quando inizio non riesco più a fermarmi! :)

She rose into the darkness

as if the night itself,

had asked her to bloom.

 

Neon rivers ran across her skin,

each one a thought she never said out loud,

each one a heartbeat refusing to stay quiet.

 

Motion turned her into a spectrum!

a living blur of rebellion and light!

where silence melted,

And colour finally learned how to dance

 

Have you ever danced like this?

 

Explored; December 6,2007

  

Where do they all lead to?

Rainbows apologize for angry skies. ~Sylvia Voirol

 

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EXPLORE # 439.- 46.- Un pequeño trocito de campo / Une petite morceaux de la campagne. Foto: Paula, procesado: Pepe (Jovisur)

And when she stares from the depths of darkness

into your eyes like a flower hidden in the obscurity

of a too dense madness where everything resembles

black castles gone to ruin under the auspices of night.

Can you feel the rain as it strikes hammer blows

against the foundations of your life?

  

(comment by Ken Lewis)

"Il carciofo dal tenero cuore si vestì da guerriero,

ispida edificò una piccola cupola,

si mantenne all'asciutto sotto le sue squame,

vicino a lui i vegetali impazziti si arricciarono,

divennero viticci,

infiorescenze commoventi rizomi;

sotterranea dormì la carota dai baffi rossi,

la vigna inaridì i suoi rami dai quali sale il vino,

la verza si mise a provar gonne,

l'origano a profumare il mondo,

e il dolce carciofo lì nell'orto vestito da guerriero,

brunito come bomba a mano..."

Ok so i'm going for the X thing after all.

This post is for dear ozrkclkr who wrote the nicest testimonial for me (blush)! I don't have to say much about her as she's known and loved by everyone on Flickr!

 

OK, Shell, you wanted a rabbit - here's our rabbit. Rabbit was another Lindsey - an illustration student who I chat with regularly around town. Andrew Shirk - who created these costumes - also embroidered the needlework seen here on Alice.

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