Sou a pessoa certa na hora errada. Não vivo, apenas existo. Terça-feira, 2 de junho de 2009. Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents,. Why were you so sad on porches, whispering? What great melancholies were loosed among our swings! As before a storm one hears the leaves whispering. And marks each small change in the atmosphere,. So was it then to overhear and to fear. But all things then were oracle and secret. With the same terror, into the deep thicket.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013. Thanks for taking a look at my first post here on the Basically Bare. Blog For this post I created this cute 6x12 canvas with my adorable grandson on it. And I was able to use their Thrilling Collection. Let me just say that I loved it! I first painted the canvas with Art Anthology.

Didžiosios Damos dialogo tango pamokos. Sausio 15-ąją ji ir vėl vožtelėjo antausį visiems konservatoriams-radikalams, rasistams ir visokio plauko reakcionieriams.

É desagradável ser abandonado assim, falando com o teto.

The night enchants me in a mellow symphony. Where leaves rustle in the gentle breeze. A few clouds wander about in a confused trance. As though mesmerised with this rare chance. When stars glittered in celebration. When the life slept peacefully. And the melody orchestrated the thoughts in my mind. The dreams that zoomed about into the space infinite. That made me realise from time to time. The dreams will guide me as the light.