If bags were lampshades they would look something like this. Like beacons to show us the way, carrying our glowing secrets and treasures to faraway lands. I am curious. Why would a man hold his feet in his hands? Is he, perhaps, also offering to show us the way? Should I have assumed that they are actually his feet? I am not sure what to make of this bright red enamelled plate that for 30 odd years graced the walls of a house and people I do not know. All mysteries to me. A framed bird rests on a berry branch with words below, or if you prefer, a bird on a berry branch float above words I cannot understand. I hope it says nice things.
" Nós pertencemos a um criador
ReplyDeletetu, passarinho, em cima de um ramo
que em frente da minha janela canta
que alegra o meu coração
Nós pertencemos a um criador
que cria conforme os seus desejos
a ti, como um pássaro milgre
a mim, como uma pessoa milagre"
Holandês não chega aos calcanhares do Português :)
wow...que bonito...nunca eu consegueria imaginar...que linda maneira de começar o dia :-) obrigada
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