“Art is literacy of the heart” Elliot Eisner / “Arte não é pureza; é purificação, não é liberdade; é libertação.” Clarice Lispector

domingo, 16 de julho de 2017

I am a creature of the Fey

“I am a creature of the Fey
Prepare to give your soul away
My spell is passion and it is art
My song can bind a human heart
And if you chance to know my face
My hold shall be your last embrace.

I shall be thy lover...

I am unlike a mortal lass
From dreams of longing I have passed
I came upon your lonely cries
Revealed beauty to your eyes
So shun the world that you have known
And spend your nights within my own.

I shall be thy lover...

You shall be known by other men
For your great works of voice and pen
Yet inspiration has a cost
For with me know your soul is lost
I'll take your passion and your skill
I'll take your young life quicker still.

I shall be thy lover...

Through the kisses that I give
I draw from you that I will live
And though you think this weakness grand
The touch of death your lover's hand
Your will to live has come too late
Come to my arms and love this fate 

I shall be thy lover...

I am a creature of the Fey
Prepare to give your soul away
My spell is passion and it is art
My song can bind a human heart
And if you chance to know my face
My hold shall be your last embrace.” 
― Heather Alexander

For
Take a Word

Hugs, 
Karla

RIP Babi


In my language there is a word to describe what I feel: SAUDADE. This word only exists in portuguese.
Saudade was once described as "the love that remains" after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places, or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone (e.g., one's children, parents, sibling, grandparents, friends, pets) or something (e.g., places, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past) that should be there in a particular moment is missing, and the individual feels this absence. It brings sad and happy feelings altogether, sadness for missing and happiness for having experienced the feeling.

And Babi is the love that remains. Rest in peace my furry friend. I will always carry you in my heart.


 Karla

sexta-feira, 30 de junho de 2017

domingo, 18 de junho de 2017

Bee Loved

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.” 
― Muriel Barbery

For
Digital Whisper

Hugs, 
Karla


Beautiful Dreams

Dream Number 10

Dream Number 11

Dream Number 12

Dream Number 13

Dream Number 14


Dream Number 15

Here is my concept of beauty: colors, women, patterns and flowers. After all beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
For
Take a Word
Hugs, 
Karla

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