Cururu

The toad has indeed no superior as a destroyer of noxious insects, and he possesses no bad habits and is entirely inoffensive himself, every owner of a garden should treat him with utmost hospitality.

Celia Thaxter

"Sapo Cururu ' is a traditional Brazilian folk song. We still lull our children, singing this song or we sing "Sapo Cururu " in kindergartens with our students.  Cururu ( Kururu) is an indiginous word. It belongs to Tupi-Guarani which was the language spoken by our indigenous people  here during and even after our colonization by Portugal and it means " toad". In the 18th century, the Marquis of Pombal banned the use of indigenous languages ​​in Brazil (through the laws of 1758/1759), mandating the exclusive use of Portuguese and causing Old Tupi to fall into disuse because our people still spoke Tupi-Guarani,, not Portuguese. However, Tupi-Guarani left a profound mark on Brazilian Portuguese, especially in the names of cities, rivers, plants, and animals (such as Ipanema, remember the song?)

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Karla

Light x Shadow

Human beings carry both light and shadow, and the struggle between good and bad is eternal. Only you can make a choice and decide which path is the best one for you. 

"'Deus e o Diabo é que guiam, mais ninguém!

Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;

Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo,

Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo."

José Régio

I translated the poem but it loses the original rhymes and rhythm in English. However, the meaning was kept. José Régio is from Portugal.

"God and the Devil are the ones who guide—no one else! 

Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother; 

But I, who have neither beginning nor end, Was born of the love between God and the Devil."

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Karla

Faerie

   

“Come away O human child

to the waters and the wild

with a faerie hand in hand

for the world’s more full of weeping

than you can understand”

~W.B. Yeats, The Stolen Child

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Karla 

 

Are we?

 

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

Are we?

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Karla 

A Simple Tribute

         

Marie, Bev and Taluula ( Three Muses) taught me Zetti Art. 

They inspired me. They were kind to me. 

I was still crawling as a digital artist, but they embraced my art and respected my sun-burnt

latino mind.

I thank you, girls. You don't know how

important you three were to me. Thank you.

Karla b

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A Dreamy Teacher

 

I wish I had a big portable board. If I had one, I wouldn't have to write the same subject  matter over and over again. I would write only once and carry it everywhere I teach, or maybe I could have my own classerom

where I work instead. Both ideias would be helpful. I am going to retire soon. I have been a teacher for 27 years and I am grateful I could

somehow prepare young people for life, work, and active citizenship. I am honoured.

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Karla

Moments

           Your eyes are like heavy rain

           falling from pregnant clouds.

           With one glance, you washed away

           the poems I chalked on the ground

           and drowned all my beliefs.

           Now, I only scribble your name

           and believe in your truth.

           I know nothing but you.

   Kamand Kojouri

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      Karla

Hello Autumn!

Hello My Lovelies!

It's been a while since I took part in Art Journal Journey. It is a pleasure to come back and make some art greeting Autumn. Here we are heading into Spring. It is a lovely season too.

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Karla

Annabel Lee

 

And this was the reason that, long ago,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

   My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

   And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

   In this kingdom by the sea.

       Edgar Allan Poe  

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Karla