You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: I affirm, then, that this serves as a starting point and a base when I admit that there is a Beauty in and of itself, a Goodness, a Greatness in and of itself, and the same thing happens with everything … Read more
Bridge in Santiago Don't make yourself a dream come true. Will No way marked. You are the owner of all paths Be just a presence Invisible silent presence All things wait for the light Without saying that they wait for it Without knowing that it exists All things will wait for you Without speaking to you Without … Read more
Balloons over Florence Florence… that immense serenity in your remote fields, where appear in shades of terra cotta and rust Torres, domes, cloisters, Renaissance. (MATHEW, 2006, p. 50) Step by step 11 how to draw It is possible that spring can come in colorful balloons. Slowly, She's going to untying his bonds, relaxing the austere countenance … Read more
The Great Wall of China I love you, o late sad, o late augusta, who, among the first flashes of the stars, in the womb, Under the veils of mystery and shadow in the dew. Bring the throb, as a result of the fall, The night, soul nurturer of lust and sleeping, Perpetuation of life and initiation of nowhere… (BILAC, 1997, … Read more
Drawing of a Mill in the Netherlands I would like to paint portraits that in a hundred years will appear as a revelation (…) not by photographic fidelity, but rather (…) the appreciation of our knowledge and our present taste in color, as a means of expression and exaltation character. (VAN GOGH, 2007, p.48) Step by step … Read more
In that sky more blue, purer air, Purest dove flies? In that somber Bush more Nivea flower pet, The night, the light of the clear Moonlight? (BILAC, 1997, P. 23) The beautiful is explained by itself, by means of delicate images, in the work of Gonçalo Borges. Their work, free, is proof that … Read more
The White Pencil In a rough midnight, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint, and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, I heard what sounded like the sound of someone knocking lightly to my Chamber door. “’Tis some visitor”, I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door. This it is, and nothing more " (PERSON in CASTRO, … Read more
Life is a Golden Flower Has rooted in my hand. When I sow my verses, I don't feel the world rolling lost in my dream on paths that set out. My green light risks, Paths within me. Green Sea Road, Wide open without end. (CORALINA, 2004, pages 215, 216) The words of Cora Coralina … Read more
Here, for there… Here, for there… A line novelozinho… Here, for there… Here, for there… Dangles in the air by the hand of a child (Comes and goes…) That gently and almost fall asleep the balance – Psst… -Here and … – The novelinho fell. (BANDEIRA, 2008, pages 46, 47) … Read more
Beauty, Beautiful, Beautiful, I have everything I want. I have the fire of constellations extinct for millennia. And the risk very short-it was? Passed-so many shooting stars. The aurora switches off and I keep the purest tears of dawn. The day comes, and day inside, I still possess the secret of big night. Beauty, … Read more