Mgpsantana - Magu

miércoles por la noche y mis flores c: #acuarela #rosa #gerbera

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Dextr

Te inventaré un alma debajo de tu sonrisa pegajosa, de tus dientes bellos y finos como de porcelana…

Llenaré tu presencia lejana de voces seductoras recorriéndome espalda.

Y en mis desvaríos tocare la textura de tu piel láctea y sentiré tus huesos y las tesituras pálidas de tu guitarra.

Entre mis dedos descubriré lo rojo de tu cabello que halare hacia a mi cuando tu y yo nos fundamos en el beso de mis sueños.

Olga Cecilia Martínez Rojas

Story of my life

raise your hand if you have so many ideas that you’re not talented enough for

Hoy puedo llorar porque las rosas tienen espinas o puedo celebrar que las espinas tienen rosas.

http://www.poemas-del-alma.com/como-va-a-ser.htm#ixzz2eRpbfXW1 (via locosextranos) <3

just AMAZING

African Canvas Margaret Courtney-Clarke

The Art of Africa is a casualty of colonial exploitation, surviving principally in the museums of other countries. ~ Nadine Gordimer

“My objective in this work is to document an extraordinary art form - vernacular art and architecture in West Africa - that is not transportable and therefore not seen in museums around the world. It is an attempt to capture the unseen Africa, a glimpse into the homes and into the spirit of very proud and dignified peoples. In much the same way as I photographed the art of Ndebele women, I have drawn on my personal affinity for the art itself, for methods, design and form, rather than the socio-anthropological or political realities of a people or continent in dilemma. These images portray a unique tradition of Africa, a celebration of an indigenous rural culture in which the women are the artists and the home her canvas.”

Belted Baloons

LET YOUR ART BE UGLY!!! LET YOUR WRITING BE BAD!!! DANCE OFFBEAT!!! SING OFF KEY!!! LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO LET YOUR FEAR OF NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH PREVENT YOU FROM LEARNING AND ENJOYING NEW THINGS!!! 

“Y yo me cubro, yo me envuelvo, me mezo en mi nostalgia preferida, me abrazo a la almohada y lloro, me avergüenzo de mi edad y no comprendo por qué, tan de repente, ya no soy una niña.“ 

 - Alejandra Pizarnik 

Siempre desee ser una bohemia enamorada