Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Don´t look a gift purse in the light





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.

2 comments:

  1. " Nós pertencemos a um criador
    tu, 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 :)

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  2. wow...que bonito...nunca eu consegueria imaginar...que linda maneira de começar o dia :-) obrigada

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