Mystery woman
августа 1, 2017 12:35
She stood straight up
With the world at “her feet”
A smile so big
To knock a cloud out of place
Her teeth so white
Like winter had come.
Mystery woman;
I saw from a distance
In my poetry book
Her zeal and passion
I wanted
Her command
And humility
I mimicked
Once or twice
My, my, my
Miss Maya
Miss Maya Angelou
Beautiful
Brave
Courageous
Wise, giving and forgiving
In my mind
I walk beside you
Only to feel the mystery
Of who you were.
Susan McMillan
For Miss Maya Angelou; a woman whose words always echo in my heart like the sound of an African drum.
#newbookcomingthisfall #withlove she who has fallen off the face of planet Earth
августа 1, 2017 12:35
In Vermont this week! Hubby travels for work now and with it being summer break I left the kiddos with my mom so I could go too. Just sitting around the courtyard at the hotel today working on edits for the second book in my Tangled Moon series.
***I’m going to try to find the time to create more personal posts . I’ve been seriously busy and seriously neglectful when it comes to keeping up with social media… (anyone still reading this?)*** So maybe, maybe I can make some time. And maybe you guys haven’t forgotten that I exist out here in the Land of Never Never. #newbookcomingthisfall #withlove she who has fallen off the face of planet Earth.
Flashback
августа 1, 2017 12:34
Ku Ajak Kau Ke Hutan Dan Tersesat Berdua
Terkadang sebuah kenangan itu suka muncul secara tiba-tiba, tanpa kompromi dan tidak kenal situasi. Kalo pas kenangan indah mah mau muncul kapan pun mungkin gak akan jadi masalah, nah kalo yang muncul itu pas kenangan pahit ? Kan bisa bikin galau jadinya. Seperti saya kemarin contohnya.
Jadi ceritanya, kemarin itu saya mampir ke sebuah toko buku. Pas lihat-lihat buku disana, tiba-tiba mata ini di giring untuk membaca sebuah buku yang judulnya cukup unik menurut saya. Judulnya “Ku ajak kau ke hutan dan tersesat berdua” dan spontan seolah saya diajak untuk kembali mengingat sebuah peristiwa pada 2 tahun silam. Sebuah kejadian yang mengharuskan saya untuk kembali mengingat DIA(mantan). Hanya bedanya DIA tidak mengajak pergi ke hutan melainkan ke kota.
Jadi kalau bukunya boy candra judulnya, “Ku ajak kau ke hutan dan tersesat berdua”. Judulnya saya, “Ku ajak kau ke kota dan kita tersesat…
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A arte de habitar
августа 1, 2017 12:31Lindo texto!
Tenho um caso de amor com a minha casa. Me dá alegria ali despertar, tudo tão em paz. Cedo abro as janelas, que venha o perfumado frescor da manhã e o canto dos pássaros tomar conta de todo o meu dentro.
O segundo aroma, ansiado e imperioso, sou eu que preparo: café. Bom na solitude. Bom no encontro. Evoca aconchego e preenche todos os cômodos.
Em cada porção do espaço de morar está tudo declarado. No que é visível ou não, os valores, os desejos, as dores, as crenças, os vazios, as vitórias, as pretensões, as possibilidades, os temores, os afetos. Casa é a foto psíquica de quem vive nela.
Parecem-me entediantes vivendas meramente utilitárias, previsíveis, do modelo “aqui eu sento”, “aqui eu cozinho”, “aqui eu durmo”. Casas interessantes contam histórias. O que demanda que o dono assimile a própria identidade, conheça seus trunfos e fragilidades, saiba de onde veio, onde…
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As Dinastias do Poder e a Luta de Classes, por Fernando Horta | GGN
августа 1, 2017 7:49[As Dinastias do Poder e a Luta de Classes, por Fernando Horta | GGN] é bom. Dê uma olhada! http://jornalggn.com.br/blog/blogfernando/as-dinastias-do-poder-e-a-luta-de-classes-por-fernando-horta
