Take my Advice

              Something to remember

Let the wind carry you

Wake up

This week at Digitalmania, we have a freestyle challenge featuring a vintage image.. My contributions are above.

For Digitalmania - Free Style

Credits:
 Wordart by Jagged Touch Studio
 and Ginger's house.

Mice by WR ( Mouse Tales) 

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How many moments took your breath away?

In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away

 Shing Xiong 

For Paint Party Friday

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My Art

For Three Muses - Artist Affirmation

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A place to hide

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.  

John Muir

For Mandarin Orange

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Cosmic Mother

Cosmic Mother

Oh Goddess Mother
You are the mystery of Night
Your radiant shine is the Day
Infinite realms cascade within You

Abundance is Your essence of Being
Blessings flow from You Limitlessly
Your Universe is harmony and tension in Balance

Within each of us, You are Alive

For Inspiration Avenue - Harvest

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Divine Illuminatrix

"Obsience to Her
Who is Pure Being, Consciousness, Bliss.
As Power,
Who Exists in the Forms of Time and Space,
And All That is Therein,
Who is the Divine Illuminatrix in All Beings."

  
A Tantric Prayer

For Collage Obsession - Celestial

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Each moment is a day

I learnt the importance of time when I lost my father. That's why I think it is never late to tell the one you love how much you love him/her.

One of my favourite songs ever for you all:

For Take a Word Challenge - Time



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Lady in the garden

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.
-

Thomas Wolfe

For Sunday Postcard Art - Mucha's Altered Art

Below you can see Mucha's original painting

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Africa

"When the heart overflows, it comes out throught the mouth"

Ethiopian Proverb

For Paint Party Friday

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Inspired by Sabine Spiesser

Urban Scene

 “Towns are after all excrescences, grey fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one

another, have lost themselves.” 

E.M. Forster

India - My Love

"India was the motherland of our race, and Sanskrit the mother of Europe's languages: she was the mother of our philosophy; mother, through the Arabs, of much of our mathematics; mother, through the Buddha, of the ideals embodied in Christianity; mother, through the village community, of self-government and democracy. Mother India is in many ways the mother of us all".

Will Durant

For Digitalmania -Inspirational artist: Sabine Spessner

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Steampunk World

 “By the late twentieth century, our time, a mythic time, we are all chimeras, theorized and fabricated hybrids of machine and organism; in short, we are cyborgs.” 

 Donna J. Haraway

“To some, ‘steampunk’ is a catchall term, a concept in search of a visual identity.

 To me, it’s essentially the intersection of technology and romance. 

Jake von Slatt

For Three Muses - Steampunk

Credits to HG Designs and Digicats.

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Where beauty whispers

Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint 

by Federico Garcia Lorca

Never let me lose the marvel

of your statue-like eyes, or the accent

the solitary rose of your breath

places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,

a branchless trunk, and what I most regret

is having no flower, pulp, or clay

for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,

if you are my cross, my dampened pain,

if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,

and adorn the branches of your river

with leaves of my estranged Autumn. 

For Inspiration Avenue - Postcards

Credits to Elle de Mai

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Delicacy

“Her beauty was a divine delicacy that I could only hold within my dreams. I tested my dream of her beauty, and I whispered her grace to the angels. The sounds of heaven replied back to me, telling me that her beauty transcended not only my dreams, but even heaven.”

Lionel Suggs

For Collage Obsession - Purple

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One of my favourite places

This is The Niterói Contemporary Art Museum (MAC).  It is a saucer shaped building and it is one of landmarks of the city of Niterói in Rio de Janeiro. The museum is set on a cliff and it is one of most beautiful places I have ever been. 

I took this photo in July 2012 when I went there to meet some fellow poets.

The picture was saturated. Below you can see the original photo.

For Mandarin Orange Monday

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Desert Rose

Sting

[Cheb Mami Introduction (Algerian Arabic):]

Hadaee mada tawila

Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti

Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti

Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti

[English:]

Oh night oh night

It has been a long time

And I am looking for myself and my loved one

And I am looking for myself and my loved one

And I am looking for myself and my loved one

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire

Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire

And in the flames

Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose

Each of her veils, a secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns

This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

This fire burns

I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain

I lift my gaze to empty skies above

I close my eyes

This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

[Cheb Mami (Algerian Arabic):]

Aman aman aman

Omry feek antia

Ma ghair antia

Ma ghair antia

[English:]

Aman aman aman

My life is for you

And no one other than you

And no one other than you

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose

Each of her veils, a secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose

This memory of Eden haunts us all

This desert flower

This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

[Cheb Mami (Algerian Arabic):]

Ya lili ah ya leel

[English:]

Oh night oh night

For Take a Word - Warm Colors

This work was inspired by this song. I love Sting and Cheb Mami. Besides, this song is special.

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How to buy happiness

For Sunday Postcard Art - Baking

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Rain

For Paint Party Friday

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Woman in flowers

“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...”
Susan Polis Schultz

For Three Muses Challenge - Script

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My blood, your blood

We have more than 58 indigenous tribes here. Some of them have never been studied. The Portuguese we speak in Brazil was tremendously influenced by our indians and a research proved that more than 60% of my people has indian blood.Mother Africa has a great influence too and 

I do feel we will always be in debt with our indians and the sons and daughters of Mother Africa because they were the ones

who gave their lives for the growing of this land.

The Legend of Vitória-Régia - an indian tale

A young girl called Naiá from a tribe called Tupi-Guarani wanted  to be a star. She lived  on the banks of the Amazon River and, enjoyed singing to the full moon while sitting next to the water. She believed the moon chose the most beautiful maidens to turn into stars. So, she always climbed hills and trees, trying to reach it. But she could never get to touch the face of the full moon.  One day, while looking at the river, she saw the reflection of the full moon on the water.  Thinking that the moon had finally responded to her wish, she threw herself into the waters, disappearing... but the moon, taking pity on this young woman, transformed her into the Vitória Régia, the beautiful large water-lilly that can be found in the Amazon River and its tributaries.

For Inspiration Avenue - Native Arts

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My Daughter gazing at the horizon

A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart.  

Author Unknown

The girl in the photo is my daughter. Below you can see the original picture which was taken

last weekend.

For Mandarin Orange

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Queen of Cups

Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so,

you apologize for the truth.

Benjamin Disraeli

For Collage Obsession - Kings/Queens

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