I..am..GLAD it is DAY!! I will start searching for my EVE and DREAM!!!
The expression of his ‘eyes’shows..expectation. He feels ‘incomplete’.
LOVE,
THELMA
*Giggles* @ Annie. The word Glad used to be called Gay. I see William Blake is placed in homosexual poetry. Gives another dimension to this painting. Ha!
Thank you Wanbliska. Songs of innocence. A lovely title. Want to hear something? Once I was hiking nude in an American desert. The fear of being deported made me get dressed again pretty soon.
Quick question- I have a picture that i found to be just beautiful.. really really beautiful. Just wondered, if i could email(which add) or something so you can possibly put it up- so that everyone could see it :)
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Yes, Glad Day!
He is dressed in Light :)
And his hands are open to embrace the Universe..giving off light himself..
His heart is open..to Love…
Love and Graditude
Annie
Wanbliska and Annie, I always enjoy to read your comments. Here is mine; A nude dance in the sunlight gives a glad day.
Thats how it should be ..Blessings Tania
I..am..GLAD it is DAY!! I will start searching for my EVE and DREAM!!!
The expression of his ‘eyes’shows..expectation. He feels ‘incomplete’.
LOVE,
THELMA
Be spontanious and ready for anything.
-Angeline
My dear Heart, i enjoy reading yours :) the nude dance reminded me my dance before i take my bath :) chuckle :)
Love and Graditude
Annie
He’s an angel .He opens his hands and spreads the light.
*Giggles* @ Annie. The word Glad used to be called Gay. I see William Blake is placed in homosexual poetry. Gives another dimension to this painting. Ha!
Dear Heart,
Oh woman! “Dancing nude in the sunlight” Softly :)
See, how words here are lessons for all of us. Isn’t it magical?
Enjoy sweet Heart.
SONGS OF INNOCENCE
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of peasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he, laughing, said to me:
‘Pipe a song about a lamb!’
So I piped with merry cheer.
‘Piper, pipe that song again;’
So I piped: he wept to hear.
‘Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!’
So I sang the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
‘Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that all may read.’
So he vanished from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stain’d the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
I longer prefer to put some words of the genius man, rather than being a naughty girl…
Happy weekend to all of you.
Un gran día feliz!
A great glad day!
Thank you Wanbliska. Songs of innocence. A lovely title. Want to hear something? Once I was hiking nude in an American desert. The fear of being deported made me get dressed again pretty soon.
Deported by who dear? lol
Extra-terrestrial, amazing angels, or?
lol. I wish!
Quick question- I have a picture that i found to be just beautiful.. really really beautiful. Just wondered, if i could email(which add) or something so you can possibly put it up- so that everyone could see it :)
…”de Corpo e Alma”!!!..
Lindo!!!
Beijos,
Mari Raphael.