Nuevo ano

Nuevo ano
Tengo la nostalgia
De los anos passodos
Tengo a ser en Berlin
Como en diciembre 2010

Tengo a ser con mis amigos allemanes
En el sur de l'allemania

Nuevo ano
Donde son mi suenos
Cuando vuelvé partir
Cuando vuelvé vivir aqui

Nuevo ano
Tengo un ano mas
No sé cuando
Tengo el tiempo de ser con vosotros
Amigos

Nuevo ano
Cuando eschucha gotan project
Cuando penso en todos
Cuando no sé ...puedo veerte
Para dirte adio

Nuevo ano
Todos los olvidos
Todos las lagrimas
Todos los dubios
Todos las recercas

Nuevo ano
Parece differente
Pero puede ser una altra vez
Como l'ano passado


just a huge hug to my chinese friend chenbo dear i dunno what you will really do in 2013
but suerte y muchos besos para ti :*

para Lleana eso es para ti tambien :) buena suerte en miami ^^ 

some shadows behind me...

Some shadows behind me...

A kind of sketch i try to become a good photographer it is nor a longway to be one x)

Hand's shadows and black pictures...to the evening before new year ...a cooler day like in the end of the week. Today a lil' bit sunny yesterday morning was great to take some pic' I hope you'll enjoy :) my small hand x) maybe this afternoon I'll do some others...

an the small hands call me so haha

A word

A word flying...on the page
A word missing...
A word with a meaniong
A word to tell feeling

A word...express everything

Hiden feelings

Dali masterpiece

Hiden feelings
What can I do?

Hiden feelings
And the fall coming
I wait you near the window
And I don't know when you'll come

Hiden feelings
To be alone
During the snowfall

Hiden feelings
To be alone
Work done
I think to you
Near the window
When the snow falling down
Just guess when you'll be back


Hiden feelings
To be alone
And welcome the military friends of yours
Telling me you are gone
Thinking of me

What a pity !
What a brocken dream!
What a heartache!
I lost you...
But you are nor in my heart
Like the first time we met...

No worry

No worry to the brave
When the battle stop
When all is quiet
When nothing we can feel
More than peace

No worry if we left deads behind us
We will remind them all

And in the vast valley the noise are spread
We are the winners

After the battle come the time
Where all are victorious
But the deads are not by ourside
And that let a kind of unsecure feelings

Then as a lot of brave
We grabe them with all our memories
To let them go and rest in peace


fighting spirit again death around  To Emy to Cassy and to...me for one time!

Mi mundo

No sé como puedo disenar
Pero esta muy bien para mi inspiracion
No sé como dire qué una grand parte de mi trabajo
Viene de altro pays y personas

No sé como viene inspiracion
Cuando puedo haber musica conmigo
Todo las palabras vienen en mi cabeza

Musica es siempre otro camino para haber idéas
Tambien para el disenar de mis amigos
Vuelvé ser una professoressa d'arte
Pero con el destino me falta la idéa
De apprender lenguas para lenguas
Voy a ser professoressa de frances

Los viajos estan tambien
Una parte de mi vida
Y hablo mucho la lengua
Cuando soy en el pays
Y tengo muchos amigos estranjeros

Esta es mi mundo

One gift of the otherside of the ocean!

I just want to say thank you to scarlet-lleana to this mervelous portrait of me I got it in October!
But I consider that like the most wonderfull gift of the year! It is coming from MIAMI :) so...just hope to
send you ...dear lleana one poem ;) wonderfull too...I haven't the inspiration yet I hope to write it in spanish hihi ;)

Blog of scarlet!

Colored feelings

I am on a red corner ...just meet you on this zebra crossing I am falling in love of your style even I don't know you

My life stay borderline like a bleu line square maybe just a painting point in the middle of the white square

Red desire which can't be express... just the red of my chicks to signified you my reserve my shyness

Green of the leaves in the spring season the grey to the fall rain the yellow in the country in summer

the brown of my shoulders when i sunbathed in the sand

I follow my way you follow yours what is the matter if i color my life of feelings...the only thing is that i allow me to dream

It is not the end of the world

It is not the end of the world
I am happy because I have nor a lot to do

It is not the end of the world
I am happy to stay alive
I dont care of the mayas said

It is not the end of the world
I am living my days that god give me to live
I take all the good and the bad

It is not the end of the world
I am happy to belive in a better future

Con ella

Con ella vuelvé llolar
Con ella puedé esperar

Pero el adios
No pensé al adios

Con ella parece la vida differente
Con ella el camino estuvé differente

Sin ella hoy recuerdo
Todo las cosas qué me faltan
La calor del sur
La calor latina
La calor de un amiga de Espana

Con ella estuvé en andalucia
Con ella descubré la mejor vida
Con ella estuvé bien

Hoy voy a andar en Espana
Y so sé cuando poderia veerla
En su pays



para Isabel
(me falta tu calor!)

I have had to write this song

EL ADIOS
Algo se muere en el alma
Cuando un amigo se va
Y va dejando una huella
Que no se puede borrar


No te vayas todavia
No te vayas por favor
Que hasta guitarra mia
Llora cuando dice « Adios »

Un panuelo de silencio
A la hora de partir
Porque hay palabras que hieren
Y no se pueden decir

No te vayas todavia
No te vayas por favor
Que hasta guitarra mia
Llora cuando dice « Adios »

El barco se hace pequeno
Quando se aleja en el mar
Y quando se va perdiendo
Que grande es la soledad

No te vayas todavia
No te vayas por favor
Que hasta guitarra mia
Llora cuando dice « Adios »


Ese vacio que deja
El amigo que se va
Es como un pozo sin fondo
Que no se puede llenar


No te vayas todavia
No te vayas por favor
Que hasta guitarra mia
Llora cuando dice « Adios »

Gloomy days

Gloomy days
After the efforts
Energies go out
Full of fears
Full of memories

Gloomy days
After the way to be a warrior
Letting the weapons go down
And let the tears going on the sand

Gloomy days
When it is the feelings of weakness
In the time of darkness
That is called hypersentitiveness

Gloomy days
When the night are not slept
When the life remember you
All the dark time you've got

Gloomy days
When you can't speak
Of these things you hate the most

Gloomy days
Why...
Because you probably met death
Too quickly...
Maybe to fight...
To remember to those who are gone
Before you

Changing my mind

Last time I spoke about one professor at university. I changing my mind maybe I am incredibly sensitive about what people do when I build my own toughts and i consider them as  important.

Sometimes we have to be measured in our thoughts and our behaviors.....I just want to say sorry ...If my behavior sucks ...because of my bad reading of the situations...but I can't ignore what I feel ...otherweise I change my way of beeing myself...so ...I hope I will follow this way. I absolutly need her to build my way to be a good teacher...
It is me, full of misunderstanding but I am happy WE have solve the matter in such good way... Working hand in hand is more important than anything else!

Your arms around me

I dream
I dream of your arms
Your arms around me

I dream
I dream of your arms
Strong and powerfull

I dream
I dream of that time when you will come

Mathilde Blind discovery

Saving Love

WOULD we but love what will not pass away!
    The sun that on each morning shines as clear
    As when it rose first on the world's first year;
The fresh green leaves that rustle on the spray.
The sun will shine, the leaves will be as gay
   When graves are full of all our hearts held dear,
   When not a soul of those who loved us here,
Not one, is left us--creatures of decay.

Yea, love the Abiding in the Universe
Which was before, and will be after us.
   Nor yet for ever hanker and vainly cry
   For human love--the beings that change or die;
Die--change--forget: to care so is a curse,
Yet cursed we'll be rather than not care thus.

~Mathilde Blind

she was probably beautiful and cultivate she just live 50 years in the 19th century but just like this beautiful poem we can feel the art and the person itself hidding in the words

My spanish mother

She miss me hearing the sound of her land
Hearing the song of the hands
And hearing the buleria de espana

She miss me
And i remember
The time we got together

My soul wander en Andalucia
En Sevilla
I dream of tapas
I dream of spanish language

My soul wander
And remember me
My "wela"

con la musica son tus ojos dos estellas

para Isabel mi mama tengo haber un poco tiempo
para andar en bretagne so sé quando te véo 

cuando estuvé en mi ciudad 
no esta aqui 

" je me rappelle le temps passé avec toi"

Vosotros

No sé
Y a dondé
No quiero pensar
Sin vosotros

No sé
Como vosostros
Apprender

No sé
Como mis palabras
Los comprendé

I don't know
What you think
About me
And the doubts invided me

I don't know
What you understand of my words
If you can learn about me

No sé
Y dudo


to EVR


"one dude ask me you can write spanish -just a little" jeje !

A kind of unusual girl?

If I am unsual
Just tell me 
Why please I feel me so? >.<

Since a few month i've got a professor at university which make me feel unsual. Properly unsual...she let me doubt about me...eachtime I try...to make a stepforward...she stop me by behavior and probably without taking care of. I cannot say how...I just ask myself...

Somehow, I don't want to stay in such behavior...I try to let this huge gap beeing till ...I can find a solution. But I feel that really sucks...I hate when I can't share something or when people don't say something. I can't hide myself anymore even I am trying to finish my education. I am someone who give more than I receive. Maybe I give my feelings at the same time...I have no idea what the people think... what people receive from me? I just guess...? But I never had answers....

I just wanna say don't see just my behavior because I am a good actress and in reality I am différent as can be in course and at university...and I know that people just see...the first impression and not the rest. (Also professors do!) 

That is why I feel unsual ...properly unsual maybe...people...do as they don't know....? I am just angry about that fact because I don't need to hide my real face. I know that my real face is powerful more powerful that what see my professors. 

Should I do as..........I am unsual or should I let shine what I am really indeed?

75 days ink scketches scketch two

75 days ink scketches SCKETCH ONE

my tools below

What is art...that is just meaningful

The blue of klein
Just let you go though
Give what you think

A sky
The sea
The color of  a jean

A color is so meaningful
You have just to tell ...what you think

just an answer to the post of a friend just click below
 what is art?

I am walking on the street

I am walking on the street
Seeing the world before the end
What can I do
For you my dear world

I am walking on the street
Seeing people in misery
People crying

I am walking on the street
...And just guess...
Till when...
Will I survive

photographier

J'aime
Quand les gens pressés
S'arrêtent
Et m'écoutent
Leur demander
Une photo
5 minutes de pose
Une petite tof
Pour le plaisir
Voilà qui pour une fois
Je suis moi
Un bout de fille rieuse
Qui écrit
Qui fait de la photo
Laisser moi ainsi rêver


My Lomo & Me (Je Photographie Des Gens Heureux) par Olivia Ruiz

Come with me

Come with me
Around the fire
Come let gets higher
Let joy surround you

Come with me
Let see
My people
My way of living

Dance dance
Around the fire
Let come to see
What is the Romani
People

Come with me
Around the fire
Come lets rejoy together

with the song : Romanian Wind par Hans Zimmer

The love I wait in silence

(picasso drawing)

Where are you
My love
Where are you
In this world
What will be your nation
What will be your tongue
Let me find you
Let me love you

Where are you
My love
Where are you
In this world

Who are you
Who

I wander
My life need you
But I haven't met you yet
And I just guess why...

Tell Me Now (What You See) par Moya Brennan

the lucia of my friend Ileana

copyright exclusive 

your sketches give me the power to write
This lucia
Wide open eyes or shuting eyes
It is you
The way you draw her
Remind me you

This way you have
To sketch faces
Facinate me
I have not this gift
You have this gift
Like my own mum when she paint with watercolor

I am like picasso el maestro del cubismo
Or Miro

But this lucia
Is so lightening
with the eyes extremly expressive
I want to let it shine ever on ever at my desk
As a picture
To dream more and more
Of this picture which shine really like you


http://chica1665.blogspot.fr/2012/12/santa-lucia-sketches.html

ps: porfavor escribir es mi passion Ileana para ti es sketching :) you do me a favor reading my post!

Manifesto

I know my english is half good half bad

Sadly...it so...

But I realize here 

That it is not the language I hated ...

It just how I used it...

This blog give me the power

To get though the idea 

That my english wasn't good enough

To express what I am

I never get proud of what I do

But now

I exactly feel the same

A kind of freedom 

With the english

The way to be understandable

Allover the world...

Even this language I never could catch it all

In the right way

THANK YOU ALL TO YOUR SUPPORT ME 

THANK YOU TO VISIT MY BLOG !

1014 views till march this year ^^ thank you !