I loved England, I still do, but it’s like the breakdown of any relationship. “I still love you, but I’m not in love with you any more”…
this is found in Multiply.com under anthropology.
Mao will eventually realise that Mitch is just a loveable little pest who means him no harm. Today (5th January 2009) we had a rare glimpse of them having a truce between their squabbling :)
Soaking in a bath of hot soapy water is often a time of inspiration and a source of many “Eureka” moments.
The Cow-horned Egyptian goddess Hathor was revered as the ancient Queen of Heaven. She was the patron of dancers, the generator of light and radiant power. The Cow is still revered in India, and the …
there are two kinds of artist … those who sometimes use photos and admit it and those who sometimes use photos but don’t admit it.
Like the cup in which it boils
Of transparent wine
In sea breams bubbles
the generous spirit;
As anxious young sea
Which fills a new channel
Overflows, and by beaches
It moves and it dies calm;
As a ha…
It appears: it shines and when I have put
The verse image, I take the leaves
With fearful unction, as the believer
The rags he keeps whereupon he helps during Mass
Or if I write of love, so I imagine
Still the sun was needed; how calm the sea, and the sky,
Negate together the distant sand:
A metal bird the air opened,
That flies in voice as much as is negated in flight.
Unhappy son of African soil
Father Balthasar was perplexed before his writing desk, in the scriptorium of the monastery. Hour after hour, he wanted to reproduce on the piece of vellum those illuminations that adorn his breviari…
Look at the subtle sign that the wind’s fingers
Make as they agitate the stem that bends
And rises itself in a rhythmic virtue of movement.
With the golden brush of flour’s flower.
Tracing over the blue…
Is not given to men of their weak foreheads
to draw away sorrows and pains,
nor for fields of myrths and flowers
direct the torrent of life.
Of the passions the flaming breathe
alienates perhaps, and in…
The Red Shoes
There is good sun and foamy sea,
And fine sand, and Pilar
wants to go out to wear for the first time
her small-feathered hat
“Girl you are divine! ”
The Father Says, and he gives her a ki…
Why don’t you finish all, now that you can?
Enshroud my fortunate body
With your mantilla, pale Andalusian?
I’m not ashamed, no, that they find me
With my heart nailed by your comb!
You leave! Like an inv…
Where does it come from that wonderful, that one
That when she passes by, with a queenly step, goes the goddess?
From Vienna perhaps?… Perhaps from Seville or Marseille?
Perhaps…since her empire rules …
Genie of Liberty, my voice implores you!
In all climates your invincible breath
scattered life and light, health and glory.
For you with immense yell of victory
of Marathon the echoes resounded,
When in the shining and serene ether
The planets burn by the gloomy night,
The chest of happy melancholy
And confused fright it feels filled.
Alas! That is how they go around in the heart
I sleep without…
Peace, adorable Peace, daughter of heaven,
Mother of venture, of tranquility and love;
Why from the sad soil filled up with bitterness
Disregards and evades the clamors?
Listen to them, divine Peace,