I really like that painter ;) and his fairy stilness world, often depicted in forest.
That woman is stopped in time, and seems to want keeping her lips closed. Maybe she doesn’t know how to think about. “She’s alone in the dark”. And her coloured hair and green pigments shows she’s out of silvery mercury.
She’s maybe edging through tears, but even doesn’t not accord a move to it.
Beautiful nymph, your time has come to smile and play, open your mouth and say.
Thank you Paulo Coelho for the new painting. To be honest I have only known Filippo Lippi, his father, and his beautiful Mandonna. I love painting.. My Father and Mother had an Art Gallery,[my mother wanted to be busy when my sister and I grew, so they have introduced us to the fascinating world or art] and they used to sell original paintings from Greece, Italy and Holland, but as well as ‘prints’ from all the famous painters. It was a ‘bad’ business because at that time, we speak about fifty years ago, not many people in Cyprus were interested in painting or ..Classical music. LOVE, THELMA
As that woman seems to need to, I wrote that prayer for her to celebrate the 15th of August:
My dear Mother,
Help me in recovering my infant’s heart, that lies and doubts stole me apart
Help me in being, a woman, a mother, a sister, I forgot to be for a while
My Virgin Goddess
May all my brothers and sisters understand, that there’s is no need in conserving weapons and arms on Earth
May You, Mother of our Heart, let me eat your fruits once again
May someone cut some Lilies to make me dress, and listen to the heart I’ll sing
My dear Mother
Fertility
help me to react when there is always someone that needs something around,
Help me to introduce your flower in my heart, and give its flagrance out to everybody
Help me to be good listeners and medicine men, wiser and lover
Mother of the Son
Help me to lose contol, walking in deep confidence with your plans
Help me to reach the in and out of my processing soul, and receive freedom
Forgive me I lost my chances, by too much vanity and lack of reflection
During that time, you were still standing by me.
Until I forgot your hand was so close.
I’ll make the best I can, My Great Mama
Help me in recognizing Heart you offer, through your generosity.
For it will make me stronger
May chase evils and devils, making what they desire about my life
Fillling empty place with your love
Help me in saying the good words, those that come from the Inner-part,
and that, never never hides, nor lies
May we dance eternally in your pinky heart in rosary
Sorry I haven´t written today because of working with the children today, it´s my job. Afterwards I had to spend time with my boyfriend and now I finally sit down listening to Dire Straits…if you wonder. Why did you change image today?
I guess you’re right. It must be genial to have had parents that carried about.
Yet, I think, at beginning a certain time, the artist is creating his own misfortune, with excuses, or with real insticce.
Such a unique expression shown in the painting. I see it by the way the eyes, mouth, head, and neck were drawn. I see the expression of thought, and a bit of loneliness while in a group of people. The colours are soft and real.
Thank you Wanbliska for the beautiful poem, and thank you Anica for giving some of your time for Pauolo Coelho’s blog. Thank you also my beautiful Annie. My parents were quite old when they got married [30 and 40 years old], They got married just after the War 1945]. It was a match, but I think they both wanted a family and children. They have both given us unconditional love and the love for beauty and peace and a living example for respecting all human beings.
LOVE,
THELMA
Thanks to you beautiful Thelma.
I’m pregnant as a wing, and pass the flowery way through a new place, awaiting for so long.
Sometimes, delicacy flowers are only there to keep you cell. As a lure.
We have to see through, even if the road is made of bramble shoe.
And moreover as we know, we have to.
Love will mend the fear. And bring back to you the only rose you deserve.
Prezado Paulo Coelho,
Não sei nem se você lê estes posts. Mas, como não sabia outra forma de deixar para você o que sinto após ler sua biografia - escrita pelo Fernando Morais – achei este espaço e resolvi aproveitá-lo. Não que isso tenha alguma importância.
Acabei a última letra há 4 minutos. Fechei o livro, sozinho, na minha sala. Suzana descansa. Minhas filhas brincam no quarto.
Resolvi bater palmas. Aplaudir uma história de vida. Um sucesso alcançado por um homem obstinado. Humano. Palmas sozinhas porém com um destino.
Seus livros devem tocar milhares de almas. Li apenas alguns deles. Mas, tenho certeza, que a história da sua vida tocará tantas outras.
Parabéns. Uma vida merecedora de muitos aplausos e sucesso, sempre.
Atenciosamente,
Cristiano Horcel
My dearest Wanbliska, your words have puzzled me …Is it a poem or shall I look behind the words?? I am sorry, sometimes I feel ’stupid’ or my english is not enough??
All my Love to all of you and happy Sunday afternoon..
THELMA
je vous salue avec les plus vives émotions que peut portet un homme, et meme plus. je vous ai envoyé un message éspéran gagner votre amitié et votre aide, histoire de demander romantiquement celle que j’aime “amel” à continuer ensemble le chemin de la vie, devenu hélas depuis sa vue innacceceble sans elle, sans penser à elle et sans la voir meme.
Acceptez j vous prie mes meilleurs salutations les plus respectueux. merci pour votre overt esprit.
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Thank you for introducing me to a great artist like Filippino Lippi. Personally I adore the colorful Narrative style to i.e. technical Cubism.
I really like that painter ;) and his fairy stilness world, often depicted in forest.
That woman is stopped in time, and seems to want keeping her lips closed. Maybe she doesn’t know how to think about. “She’s alone in the dark”. And her coloured hair and green pigments shows she’s out of silvery mercury.
She’s maybe edging through tears, but even doesn’t not accord a move to it.
Beautiful nymph, your time has come to smile and play, open your mouth and say.
Gratefully
Thank you Paulo Coelho for the new painting. To be honest I have only known Filippo Lippi, his father, and his beautiful Mandonna. I love painting.. My Father and Mother had an Art Gallery,[my mother wanted to be busy when my sister and I grew, so they have introduced us to the fascinating world or art] and they used to sell original paintings from Greece, Italy and Holland, but as well as ‘prints’ from all the famous painters. It was a ‘bad’ business because at that time, we speak about fifty years ago, not many people in Cyprus were interested in painting or ..Classical music. LOVE, THELMA
As that woman seems to need to, I wrote that prayer for her to celebrate the 15th of August:
My dear Mother,
Help me in recovering my infant’s heart, that lies and doubts stole me apart
Help me in being, a woman, a mother, a sister, I forgot to be for a while
My Virgin Goddess
May all my brothers and sisters understand, that there’s is no need in conserving weapons and arms on Earth
May You, Mother of our Heart, let me eat your fruits once again
May someone cut some Lilies to make me dress, and listen to the heart I’ll sing
My dear Mother
Fertility
help me to react when there is always someone that needs something around,
Help me to introduce your flower in my heart, and give its flagrance out to everybody
Help me to be good listeners and medicine men, wiser and lover
Mother of the Son
Help me to lose contol, walking in deep confidence with your plans
Help me to reach the in and out of my processing soul, and receive freedom
Forgive me I lost my chances, by too much vanity and lack of reflection
During that time, you were still standing by me.
Until I forgot your hand was so close.
I’ll make the best I can, My Great Mama
Help me in recognizing Heart you offer, through your generosity.
For it will make me stronger
May chase evils and devils, making what they desire about my life
Fillling empty place with your love
Help me in saying the good words, those that come from the Inner-part,
and that, never never hides, nor lies
May we dance eternally in your pinky heart in rosary
Thank you Mother
Thank you Wanbliska…
You are so beautiful as everything you wrote…
My beloved Thelma, you grew up in a family that encouraged the arts..maybe that is why your soul is so brave and beautiful..
Love and Graditude
Annie
Sorry I haven´t written today because of working with the children today, it´s my job. Afterwards I had to spend time with my boyfriend and now I finally sit down listening to Dire Straits…if you wonder. Why did you change image today?
Love Anica, from Sweden
Thank you Annie,
I guess you’re right. It must be genial to have had parents that carried about.
Yet, I think, at beginning a certain time, the artist is creating his own misfortune, with excuses, or with real insticce.
Have a lovely night
Love
Such a unique expression shown in the painting. I see it by the way the eyes, mouth, head, and neck were drawn. I see the expression of thought, and a bit of loneliness while in a group of people. The colours are soft and real.
Estimado Paulo,
Grato pela mensagem que você passou com esse quadro. Precisamos sim de algo que nos transmita a sensação de paz, fraternidade e doçura.
Do seu leitor.
Salvador, Bahia.
Thank you Wanbliska for the beautiful poem, and thank you Anica for giving some of your time for Pauolo Coelho’s blog. Thank you also my beautiful Annie. My parents were quite old when they got married [30 and 40 years old], They got married just after the War 1945]. It was a match, but I think they both wanted a family and children. They have both given us unconditional love and the love for beauty and peace and a living example for respecting all human beings.
LOVE,
THELMA
What a interesting painting :-)
She looks so sad and dissapointed, likes life passing by, but she´s just waiting … maybe it´s time for her to try her wings??
(*LOL* reminds me of how I feel rignt now)
Love Jessica (from Sweden)
I dont know much about it.Only thing I can say now:is wonderful.Great pleasure to look at.Painter must be very talented,the muse quite angelic.bye
Thanks to you beautiful Thelma.
I’m pregnant as a wing, and pass the flowery way through a new place, awaiting for so long.
Sometimes, delicacy flowers are only there to keep you cell. As a lure.
We have to see through, even if the road is made of bramble shoe.
And moreover as we know, we have to.
Love will mend the fear. And bring back to you the only rose you deserve.
Loving joï.
Prezado Paulo Coelho,
Não sei nem se você lê estes posts. Mas, como não sabia outra forma de deixar para você o que sinto após ler sua biografia - escrita pelo Fernando Morais – achei este espaço e resolvi aproveitá-lo. Não que isso tenha alguma importância.
Acabei a última letra há 4 minutos. Fechei o livro, sozinho, na minha sala. Suzana descansa. Minhas filhas brincam no quarto.
Resolvi bater palmas. Aplaudir uma história de vida. Um sucesso alcançado por um homem obstinado. Humano. Palmas sozinhas porém com um destino.
Seus livros devem tocar milhares de almas. Li apenas alguns deles. Mas, tenho certeza, que a história da sua vida tocará tantas outras.
Parabéns. Uma vida merecedora de muitos aplausos e sucesso, sempre.
Atenciosamente,
Cristiano Horcel
My dearest Wanbliska, your words have puzzled me …Is it a poem or shall I look behind the words?? I am sorry, sometimes I feel ’stupid’ or my english is not enough??
All my Love to all of you and happy Sunday afternoon..
THELMA
je vous salue avec les plus vives émotions que peut portet un homme, et meme plus. je vous ai envoyé un message éspéran gagner votre amitié et votre aide, histoire de demander romantiquement celle que j’aime “amel” à continuer ensemble le chemin de la vie, devenu hélas depuis sa vue innacceceble sans elle, sans penser à elle et sans la voir meme.
Acceptez j vous prie mes meilleurs salutations les plus respectueux. merci pour votre overt esprit.
Dear Thelma,
This is a prayer I wrote for Mother on the 15th.
Of course you could look behind the words, if you have this sentiment. :) May be highly recommanded…
I thank you and wish you a lovely sunday.
Bem interessante.
bjs.
Mari Raphael.
One day she will look in happier mirrors…