Saturday, October 1, 2011

Colors in Nature

COLORS IN NATURE ARE ALWAYS IN PERFECT BALANCE.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Friday, September 23, 2011

TIME


Indefatigable torrent
that flows without stop,
leaving behind
the ineffaceable memory
that I loved.

Minutes that will never
come back again,
seconds that I lived
in an eternity
that will continue
telling my truth.

Time that will last forever
and will not give back
a caress,
a gaze…
time that never hears
the words that no one talked,
the words that someone held…
time that never forgets
the flow of my love.

by Belinda Shinshillas.

TIEMPO


Torrente incansable
que corre sin parar,
dejando al pasar
el recuerdo imborrable
de que yo amé.

Minutos que nunca
jamás volverán,
segundos vividos
dentro de la eternidad
que se quedarán
relatando mi verdad.

Tiempo que sobra,
y que jamás regresará
una caricia,
una mirada...
tiempo verdugo
de lo que no se habló,
de lo que se calló...
tiempo que no perdona
el correr del aroma
de este mi amor.

Belinda Shinshillas

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Life is simply beautiful.

Life is like the blue sky, simple but beautiful...

Belinda Shinshillas.

Picture by Michael Alford.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Belinda Shinshillas portrait with love by Michael Alford.

In The Desert

"In the Desert of the heart,
Let the healing start;
In the prison of his days,
Teach the free man to praise."

by W.H.Auden

The perfect person....

We meet the perfect person in unexpected places.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Driving through the Desert

Driving through the Desert was an amazing experience to live again....

Saturday, August 13, 2011

"A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long."

E.E. Cummings

Monday, August 8, 2011



No te conoce el toro ni la higuera,
ni caballos ni hormigas de tu casa.
No te conoce tu recuerdo mudo
porque te has muerto para siempre.

No te conoce el lomo de la piedra,
ni el raso negro donde te destrozas.
No te conoce tu recuerdo mudo
porque te has muerto para siempre.

El otoño vendrá con caracolas,
uva de niebla y montes agrupados,
pero nadie querrá mirar tus ojos
porque te has muerto para siempre.

Porque te has muerto para siempre,
como todos los muertos de la Tierra,
como todos los muertos que se olvidan
en un montón de perros apagados.

No te conoce nadie. No. Pero yo te canto.
Yo canto para luego tu perfil y tu gracia.
La madurez insigne de tu conocimiento.
Tu apetencia de muerte y el gusto de su boca.

La tristeza que tuvo tu valiente alegría.
Tardará mucho tiempo en nacer, si es que nace,
un andaluz tan claro, tan rico de aventura.
Yo canto su elegancia con palabras que gimen
y recuerdo una brisa triste por los olivos.

FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

E E Cummings...

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting."

E E Cummings

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Vantage Point by Robert Frost.

The Vantage Point


IF tired of trees I seek again mankind,
Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn,
To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.
There amid lolling juniper reclined,
Myself unseen, I see in white defined
Far off the homes of men, and farther still,
The graves of men on an opposing hill,
Living or dead, whichever are to mind.
And if by moon I have too much of these,
I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,
The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow,
My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,
I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant,
I look into the crater of the ant.

My November Guest by Robert Frost.

My November Guest


MY Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Thank you God.

" I thank you God for this amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of the trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes "

E.E. Cummings

Photo by Michael Alford


" La memoria del corazón elimina los malos recuerdos y magnifica los buenos, y gracias a ese artificio, logramos sobrellevar el pasado."

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Friday, July 15, 2011

Faith.

Faith and Hope are feelings they have to be with you all the time. Without them you can be lost, but if you keep them in your heart they will be always the light in your path to prosperity and eternal love.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Life is Beautiful.

Life is beautiful if you know how to share every moment of it with all the people that you have the opportunity to meet along your way. Share, always share!

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Mexico City

Now that I can post my poems and pictures from my IPad I think it can be more often, I hope!

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Poema de Rabindranath Tagore

“¿De dónde he venido?
¿De dónde me tomaste?”
Esto preguntó el
bebé a la madre.

Ella respondió, un poco llorando, un poco riendo,
y apretando a su hijo contra el pecho:

“Estabas escondido en mi corazón como un deseo, mi cielo.
Estabas en mis juegos infantiles de muñecas;
y luego con arcilla modelé
la imagen de mi dios cada mañana,
te hice y te deshice en ese momento.

Estabas en el vientre de nuestra divinidad hogareña,
y al adorarla te adoraba a ti.

En mis esperanzas y amores,
en mi vida, y en
la vida de mi madre has vivido tú.

En el cuenco espiritual de nuestro hogar fuiste cuidado por siglos.
Y cuando en mi juventud mi corazón abrió sus pétalos,
lo rondabas como una fragancia.

Tu ternura floreció en mi juvenil esencia,
como un resplandor en el cielo, como un amanecer.

El primogénito querido del cielo, mellizo de la luz de la mañana.
Has flotado por la corriente de
la vida del mundo
y finalmente te quedaste en mi corazón.

Contemplo tu rostro y el misterio me invade;
tú que a todos perteneces ahora eres mío.
Y por miedo a perderte te abrazo contra mi pecho.
¿Qué magia ha atrapado el
tesoro del mundo en estas manos mías?


Este Poema lo dedico a mi Hermana Carolina y al hermoso angel que el cielo le regalo...a Rodrigo.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Humorismos tristes

¿Que si me duele? Un poco; te confieso
que me heriste a traición; mas por fortuna
tras el rapto de ira vino una
dulce resignación... Pasó el acceso.

¿Sufrir? ¿Llorar? ¿Morir? ¿Quién piensa en eso?
El amor es un huésped que importuna;
mírame cómo estoy; ya sin ninguna
tristeza que decirte. Dame un beso.

Así; muy bien; perdóname, fui un loco;
tú me curaste -gracias-, y ya puedo
saber lo que imagino y lo que toco:

En la herida que hiciste pon el dedo;
¿que si me duele? Si; me duele un poco,
mas no mata el dolor... No tengas miedo...

Poema de Luis G. Urbina



Monday, March 14, 2011

TENGO MIEDO A PERDER LA MARAVILLA

Tengo miedo a perder la maravilla
de tus ojos de estatua, y el acento
que de noche me pone en la mejilla
la solitaria rosa de tu aliento.

Tengo pena de ser en esta orilla
tronco sin ramas; y lo que más siento
es no tener la flor, pulpa o arcilla,
para el gusano de mi sufrimiento.

Si tú eres el tesoro oculto mío,
si eres mi cruz y mi dolor mojado,
si soy el perro de tu señorío,

no me dejes perder lo que he ganado
y decora las aguas de tu río
con hojas de mi otoño enajenado.

Poema de Federico Gracia Lorca.
Artwork by Belinda Shinshillas.


"New Mexico"
Artwork by Belinda Shinshillas
The Telephone

'When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head again a flower
I heard you talk.
Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say--
You spoke from that flower on the window sill-
Do you remember what it was you said?'

'First tell me what it was you thought you heard.'

'Having found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned on my head
And holding by the stalk,
I listened and I thought I caught the word--
What was it? Did you call me by my name?
Or did you say--
Someone said "Come" -- I heard it as I bowed.'

'I may have thought as much, but not aloud.'

"Well, so I came.'

by Robert Frost

Thursday, March 3, 2011





WHAT IT MADE US CHANGE OUR LIFES
IS NOT THE IMPORTANT THING,
WHAT IS IMPORTANT
IS THAT WE REALISED AND ACCEPTED WE WERE WRONG…
AND FOR THAT
WE ARE WORTHY
AND WE SHOULD BE PROUD.

BELINDA SHINSHILLAS.
ALONG THE WAY YOU WILL HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO GET TO KNOW WONDERFUL PEOPLE THAT SOMEHOW WILL MAKE A MARK INSIDE YOUR HEART…


YOU WILL ALSO MEET PEOPLE THAT WILL TRY TO TAKE SOMETHING AWAY FROM IT, BUT IT IS UP TO YOU TO SHARE WITH THEM THE MARKS THAT WONDERFUL PEOPLE MADE IN YOUR HEART.

BELINDA SHINSHILLAS.
Passing Time

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

Poem by Maya Angelou

Saturday, February 19, 2011


My Destiny

Hope that guides

my steps, my senses

towards your life,

magic compass

that points its hands

to a future dream,

overdue happiness

that gives me the courage

to continue the faith,

to my destiny.


Belinda Shinshillas.


Mi Destino


Esperanza que guía

mis pasos, mis sentidos

hacia tu vida,

brújula mágica

que apunta sus flechas

a un sueño futuro,

alegría esperada

que me da el valor

de seguir el camino,

hacia mi destino.


Belinda Shinshillas.

Sunday, February 13, 2011


You

You the one

who walks

into the shadows

of an empty street…

trying to find

the road

that will take you,

to the light,

your light

that was taken

away from you

suddenly,

in a moment,

fragile entity

who can not find

in the darkness,

the reason

that can explain

the negative

of your right

to be a seed,

seed

that could not give life.

You…

and many others.

Your delicate beauty

would never be

seen again,

your whish

to be the origin, the root

would never be

never truth,

your main hope taken

by the killer's hand,

will not find

any place in this life,

some one took it

to leave it lost

among the voices

that you never

will hear again.

You…

and many others.

You will be the scream

of deep sadness,

you will be the invisible

incident that time

does not forget,

you will be the conscience

of a blind world

that will cry

empty tears,

you will be a woman

with out love…

with out caress,

you have been left

and you will not

come back again…

never again.

You…

and many others.

Belinda Shinshillas.

In memory of the Martyr Women

of Juarez, Chihuahua


Tú que caminas

en las penumbras

de una calle

vacía…

buscando encontrar

el camino

que conduce a la luz,

tu luz

esa que se te arrebató

en un instante,

en un momento,

ser frágil

que entre la oscuridad

no encuentra,

una razón

que pueda explicar

la violación

a tu derecho

de ser semilla,

semilla

que se quedó

sin poder germinar.

Tú…

y otras tantas mas.

Tu belleza infinita

no será contemplada

nunca más,

tus deseos

de ser raíz

no serán realidad

nunca más,

tu esperanza

truncada

por la mano asesina,

no encontrará

lugar en la vida,

alguien se la llevó

para dejarla perdida

entre las voces

que nunca más

tú podrás escuchar.

Tú...

y otras tantas mas.

Tú serás grito

de tristeza profunda,

tú serás paso invisible

entre el tiempo

que no perdona,

tú serás conciencia

en un mundo ciego

que llorará

lágrimas vacías,

tu serás mujer

sin amores…

sin caricias

tanto esperadas,

tú te has marchado

para nunca volver…

nunca volver.

Tú…

y otras tantas más.


Belinda Shinshillas.

In memory of the Martyr Women

of Juarez, Chihuahua

Monday, January 31, 2011


He tenido un largo letargo Artístico, en gran parte debido a las importantes decisiones que tomé y que han cambiado mi vida personal y el rumbo de mi destino como Artista, pero ahora es tiempo de despertar y comenzar un nuevo proceso creativo.

"Sueño con pintar y luego pinto lo que sueño"

Vincent Van Gogh.

I had a long Artistic lassitude, due because of the important decisions I took that consequently changed my personal life and the path of my artistic destiny, but now it is time to awake and start a new creative process.

"I dream of painting and then I paint my dream"

Vincent Van Gogh.