violet voice
2009 Aug 23 Time flies...
Love, V
I am:
Woman and cat.
Girl and guitar.
Twenty-one years old.
Cultural creative.
This is my voice.
Love,
V

P.S.
Love to hear from you.
Write me.

some songbirds are sad by ~misspaperclip on deviantART
A woman, a sparrow, music and the stars

some songbirds are sad by ~misspaperclip on deviantART

A woman, a sparrow, music and the stars

Fumi Mini Nakamura painting
Girl with tattoo or henna covered arms, and a long-beaked bird

Fumi Mini Nakamura painting

Girl with tattoo or henna covered arms, and a long-beaked bird

Beautiful modern painting with graceful curves and vibrant reds, swan shapes and voluptuous long hair
FFFFOUND! | Will Barras

Beautiful modern painting with graceful curves and vibrant reds, swan shapes and voluptuous long hair

FFFFOUND! | Will Barras

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Khalil Gibran

La Mélinite: Moulin-Rouge

La Mélinite: Moulin-Rouge
Arthur Symons, 1895

Olivier Metra’s Waltz of Roses
Sheds in a rhythmic shower
The very petals of the flower;
And all is roses,
The rouge of petals in a shower.

Down the long hall the dance returning
Rounds the full circle, rounds
The perfect rose of lights and sounds,
The rose returning
Into the circle of its rounds.

Alone, apart, one dancer watches
Her mirrored, morbid grace;
Before the mirror, face to face,
Alone she watched
her morbid, vague, ambiguous grace.

Before the mirror’s dance of shadows
She dances in a dream,
And she and they together seem
A dance of shadows,
Alike the shadows of a dream.

The orange-rosy lamps are trembling
Between the robes that turn;
In ruddy flowers of flame that burn
The lights are trembling:
The shadows and the dancers turn.

And, enigmatically smiling,
In the mysterious night,
She dances for her own delight,
A shadow smiling
Back to a shadow in the night.

Jewellery I like
deadgirls:(via debutantedebut)

Jewellery I like

deadgirls:(via debutantedebut)

Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!
Rainer Maria Rilke ” Letters To A Young Poet” (via northerndelight)
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

Rabindranath Tagore