And I go and I come, the world is my sidewalk

Center and Focus

We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

tales

Sufi Dance

O amor surge 

com o teu pecado

na frágil janela

do arremesso total 

da escuridão, enquanto

barragens de carvalho

quebram junto à

fronteira dos dias

E.R.

Amaaaazing

Go away Cordelia. We're not decent

A POSSIBILIDADE É A VERDADE

"Na minha juventude antes de ter saído da casa dos meus pais disposto a viajar eu conhecia já o rebentar do mar das páginas dos livros que já tinha lido

Chegava o mês de maio era tudo flurido o rolo das manhãs punha-se a circular e era só ouvir o sonhador falar da vida como se ela houvesse acontecido

E tudo se passava numa outra vida e havia para as coisas sempre uma saída Quando foi isso? Eu próprio não o sei dizer

Só sei que tinha o poder duma criança entre as coisas e mim havia vizinhança e tudo era possível era só querer"

-"Todos os Poemas" - Ruy Belo

Edison Lighthouse - Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)

Numa outra dimensão ainda te tenho. 18/10

Brideshead way..

Oh dears, I have to live in my world too, you know?

Fuel with love and watch the outcome

I'm home..

Shots of Awe - Jason Silva

Choosing is a very hard task

I See

I Hear The Calling

Action Creation Love

Another shores ahead

A Mermaid - Victor Nizovtsev

Pintura da Alma

 www.sarateixeira.com/

A Toast

Let Go

Artist - Kinuko K. Craft

It would appear that after the effects begin to take place that she begins to have what most people call, a spiritual experience or at the very least an experience of spiritual significance.

the heat of the flame

The Wisdom Is Still Waiting For You

A Room With a View

Agnes Randolph

                                                                           “Of Scotland’s King I haud my house,

He pays me meat and fee,

And I will keep my gude auld house,

While my house will keep me.” 

Agnes Randolph, Countess of Dunbar and March, also known as Black Agnes of Dunbar, was the wife of Patrick, 9th Earl of Dunbar and March. Black Agnes became renowned for her heroic defense of Dunbar Castle against an English attack by the William Montague, 1st Earl of Salisbury, which began on 13 January 1338.

On June 10, 1338, William Montague ordered his army to withdraw, leaving Lady Agnes in sole possession of her castle. She is remembered in a ballad which attributes these words to Montague:

"Cam I early, cam I late, I found Agnes at the gate."

Yumiko Higuchi Embroidery Art

Henry Holiday - Encontro De Dante Com Beatriz, 1884

Hoje recebi um postal maravilhoso de uma alma que desde há muitos séculos reencontro.

Divine Feminine

The Wicker Man, 1973

At The Window, 1900 - Carl Vilhelm Holsoe

In the Big Old House. 

The same stillness outward. 

The same whirlwind inside. 

The Beauty of Darkness

Detalhe, Mäda Primavesi - Gustav Klimt, 1912

stop making nests on my lungs!!

Morgan Weistling - “Reflection”

I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there –
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler –

I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name –
For doubt, that I should know the Sound –

I judged my features – jarred my hair –
I pushed my dimples by, and waited –
If they – twinkled back –
Conviction might, of me –

I told myself, « Take Courage, Friend –
That – was a former time –
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home! »


« I felt my life with both my hands », Emily Dickinson, 1862

Uo Uo UoUoUo

Such a power, Such a strength

Fanny e Alexander

A small group, through the ages, reconnect each lifetime

Imbolc

Adress to my spirit

Now, Be Wise

Believe Again

Write your letters, email it not

Picnic at Hanging Rock

“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…”

― Timothy Leary

I am. Infinit.


Artwork - "Strength" by Emily Balivet

Cries and Whispers

Winter