"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby."
- Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
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- casimira: rain kisses & song
- poetry by Edda M. Sevilla
- casimira: from my journals
- casimira: dreams
- casimira: open the window
- casimira: dream journal excerpt
- casimira: from my journals
- casimira: today
- casimira: sunset
- relax, reflect, rejoice
- casimira: luna
- casimira: authenticity
- casimira: a tree
- casimira: art is air
- casimira: Picasso
- casimira: embrace the entire world
- casimira: RUMI
- casimira: fairy
- casimira: awake
- casimira: mujer
- casimira: song of my soul
- casimira: surrender
- casimira: gypsy
- casimira: thank you family & friends
- casimira: Tio Alberto
- casimira: peace through smiles
- casimira: moon to sun
- casimira: love the whole world
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Monday, February 28
Sunday, February 27
poetry by Edda M. Sevilla
Dame la dulzura de tus labios
El calor de tu cuerpo
El placer de tus manos
El milagro de tu amor
Llename de ti y asĂ los dos revalsaremos de pasiĂłn.
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Tu eres mi cielo siempre rodeandome de amor.
Tu eres mi sol siempre dandome calor.
Tu eres mi luna siempre mi luz en la oscuridad
Yo te prometo ser lo mismo y crear para los dos un paraĂso hasta la eternidad.
- Edda M. Sevilla (b. 1949)
Saturday, February 26
casimira: from my journals
My pen is speckled with golden dust...waves of sunlight. My heart is full of gratitude. I am joyful and rejoice...I am enough!
Friday, February 25
Thursday, February 24
casimira: open the window
"The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the centre of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out."
-RUMI
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the centre of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out."
-RUMI
Wednesday, February 23
casimira: dream journal excerpt
Tuesday, February 22
casimira: from my journals
siento tu silencio
en cada rincĂłn de mi cuerpo
busco tu riza
y no la encuentro
I feel your silence in every corner of my body, I search for your laughter and do not find it
en cada rincĂłn de mi cuerpo
busco tu riza
y no la encuentro
I feel your silence in every corner of my body, I search for your laughter and do not find it
Monday, February 21
casimira: today
"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet." - RUMI
a day of reading, painting and writing...
Sunday, February 20
casimira: sunset
This morning I painted with watercolors and discovered I painted the sunset...
“To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.” - RUMI
“To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.” - RUMI
Saturday, February 19
Friday, February 18
casimira: luna
what do you thirst for?
take in tonight's full moon and tell her your dreams
"Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon's reflection." - RUMI
take in tonight's full moon and tell her your dreams
"Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon's reflection." - RUMI
Thursday, February 17
casimira: authenticity
"My aim: never copy. Create a new style, light, brilliant colours, and sense the elegance in your models."
- Tamara de Lempicka (1898-1980)
It is one thing is to be influenced by other artists, designers.
It is quite another thing to copy.
To copy is to have no shame and no self-worth, worse yet – no voice.
How can you be proud of yourself if you copy?
Authenticity matters to me.
- Tamara de Lempicka (1898-1980)
It is one thing is to be influenced by other artists, designers.
It is quite another thing to copy.
To copy is to have no shame and no self-worth, worse yet – no voice.
How can you be proud of yourself if you copy?
Authenticity matters to me.
Wednesday, February 16
casimira: a tree
"I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."
-Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886 - 1918)
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."
-Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886 - 1918)
Tuesday, February 15
casimira: art is air
el rey azteca se vistió de mis sueños
cantĂł de cristales y piedras con sedas y palabras
el arte es aire
...art is air...
exceprt from a short story
cantĂł de cristales y piedras con sedas y palabras
el arte es aire
...art is air...
exceprt from a short story
Monday, February 14
casimira: Picasso
excerpt from a series of writings featuring Pablo Picasso; the stories always come to me through Spanish dreams
un dĂa de sol
Palo de LimĂłn
se enamoro de Rosa Linda
con sus espinas ella le saco el jugo
con sus perfumes lo hipnotizĂł
después de mucho tiempo
con un poco de azĂşcar negra prestada
el finalmente la conquisto
una noche de luna
vestido de Toro-Cura
Picasso los caso con pluma, oro y luz
de esta uniĂłn
naciĂł Pez-con-Alas-de-Mariposa
tu crees en estas cosas?
son maravillosas...son milagrosas
one sunny day
Lemon Tree
fell in love with Rosa Linda
and her thorns began to squeeze his juices dry
while her perfumes hypnotized him
after some time
with a bit of borrowed brown sugar
he finally won her over
on a moonlit night
dressed as Bull-Priest
Picasso married them with feather, gold and light
from this union
Fish-with-Butterfly-Wings was born
do you believe in such things?
marvelous and miraculous things...
originally published in 2007
Sunday, February 13
casimira: embrace the entire world
Saturday, February 12
casimira: RUMI
Rumi whispered a sweet song to me early this morning:
"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep."
"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep."
Friday, February 11
casimira: fairy
ribbons in her hair
a flower tucked behind an ear
rubber bands as bracelets
mother’s pearls - what pleasure
a crown of paper and a feather
oh nymph - oh fairy princess !
Thursday, February 10
Wednesday, February 9
casimira: mujer
te pinto mi alma
en acuarelas de sueños
te cuento mis secretos
en murmullos celestes
te invento de recuerdos
en las paginas de mi ser
soy esa niña hecha mujer
Tuesday, February 8
casimira: song of my soul
Monday, February 7
Sunday, February 6
casimira: gypsy
Saturday, February 5
Friday, February 4
casimira: Tio Alberto
contemplating the ephemeral, fragile beauty of life...the sacred cycle of birth, death and rebirth...
remembering beloved Tio Alberto
remembering beloved Tio Alberto
Thursday, February 3
casimira: peace through smiles
"If we are peaceful, if we are happy, we can smile and blossom like a flower, and everyone in our family, our entire society, will benefit from our peace." - Thich Nhat Hanh
smile today and blossom
life is too short to carry around low energies that weigh us down
just smile
feel the sunshine on your face
breathe in the moment
smile today and blossom
life is too short to carry around low energies that weigh us down
just smile
feel the sunshine on your face
breathe in the moment
Wednesday, February 2
casimira: moon to sun
I am goddess of pearl
born daughter of moonlight and stardust
he who seeks me
finds me not
until I say – my way
I need neither sun nor gold
and I never do as I am told
should you see him today
tell him you gazed upon me
making a wish in his name...
excerpt from a short story written many suns ago
born daughter of moonlight and stardust
he who seeks me
finds me not
until I say – my way
I need neither sun nor gold
and I never do as I am told
should you see him today
tell him you gazed upon me
making a wish in his name...
excerpt from a short story written many suns ago
Tuesday, February 1
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