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Dream Series the Book by Belinda Shinshillas

Colors in Nature

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COLORS IN NATURE ARE ALWAYS IN PERFECT BALANCE.

Beautiful Nature.

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The Sky Today.

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The Sky Today, Beautiful...

TIME

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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

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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

Life is simply beautiful.

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

Belinda Shinshillas.

Picture by Michael Alford.
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Belinda Shinshillas portrait with love by Michael Alford.

In The Desert

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"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....

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We meet the perfect person in unexpected places.

Driving through the Desert

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

E E Cummings...

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"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

The Vantage Point by Robert Frost.

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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.

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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.

Thank you God.

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" 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
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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

Faith.

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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.

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!

Mexico City

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Now that I can post my poems and pictures from my IPad I think it can be more often, I hope!
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 dela vidadel mundo
y finalmente te quedaste en mi corazón.Contemplo tu rostro y el misterio me invade;
tú que a todos…
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

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.
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Artwork by Belinda Shinshillas.

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"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--
Someonesaid "Come" -- I heard it as I bowed.'

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

"Well, so I came.'
by Robert Frost
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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
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My DestinyHope that guidesmy steps, my sensestowards your life,magic compassthat points its handsto a future dream,overdue happinessthat gives me the courageto continue the faith,to my destiny.
Belinda Shinshillas.
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Mi Destino
Esperanza que guíamis pasos, mis sentidoshacia tu vida,brújula mágicaque apunta sus flechasa un sueño futuro,alegría esperadaque me da el valorde seguir el camino,hacia mi destino.
Belinda Shinshillas.
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YouYou the onewho walksinto the shadowsof an empty street…trying to findthe roadthat will take you,to the light,your lightthat was takenaway from yousuddenly,in a moment,fragile entitywho can not findin the darkness,the reasonthat can explainthe negativeof your rightto be a seed,seedthat could not give life.You…and many others.Your delicate beautywould never beseen again,your whishto be the origin, the rootwould never benever truth,your main hope taken
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Tú que caminasen las penumbrasde una callevacía…buscando encontrarel caminoque conduce a la luz,tu luzesa que se te arrebatóen un instante,en un momento,ser frágilque entre la oscuridadno encuentra,una razónque pueda explicarla violacióna tu derechode ser semilla,semillaque se quedósin poder germinar.Tú…y otras tantas mas.Tu belleza infinita
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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.