Perspective

Used to think that I was meant to make you happen
Who'd have thught Id be the one
to need you so, when you were made to need me
Didn't think that you could cloud my sun

While you're waking up in other worlds
I'm down here watching babies die
You're seeing angels treading Heaven's gardens
I'm watching flowers whither up and dry

Who'd have thought one sound could ring out hope
the way that weakest cry of yours pled
Who'd have dreamt one look could picture love
the way your gentle eyes did

Sweetest smell of babies' breath, encharming
rumored to be sweet
Dream of song and warmth on mother's bossom
while I dream of craddling your feet

Open up your eyes and wake in Heaven
Just promise me you'll always be my own
Memories of bitter sweetness aching
Die my child to once again be born......
Mawiee

Forget me not

Angels, forget me not when
Heaven's mercy wipes away past memories of pain

Remember mother's lullabies
though ethereal choirs may taint with awe the skies

And angels' touch may sooth your heart with bliss
still don't forget the love in mother's kiss

Though God Himself may gather you up anew
remember yet the womb which carried you

When Heaven's love enshrouds your mind and thoughts
then Angels sweet forget me not.

Lady of the Snow

Ok this is my latest creation, I coloured it today a little. It's called Lady of the Snow....this guy here named it actually, after some song or something. I never heard it but I figured the name fit perfect.

The Dreamcatcher

Theres a silken something, strung across the bamboo
that Ive found with the dawn's first light
As frail as a life hanging heavy with dew
like a string of choice pearls sparkling bright.

A master weaver's work of art, and yet so miniscule
a dreamcatcher of silver thread, spun when the darkness rules
And as the morning yawns a smile, and dreams condense onto
this dreamcatcher, encharmed silk web, like diamonds made of dew

These dreams by mortal creatures spun, under the cover of sleep
some made of fancy or sheer delight, some fears or mystery
some stray daydream, upon the wing of some lose butterfly
might find itself umong its strings as it was wandering by

Until the nymphs with amber hair, and rainbow wings descend
this silken stair adorned with dreams spun by the daughters of men
These afrodiasics ride the wind, and pluck the lazy dreams
and carry away illusions to, some secret place, it seems

Yet some have said that when a nymph, forgets a drop of dew
that stray pearl lost, or left behind, becomes a dream come true...

Here is my humble representation of Gods Holy Spirit.




















Okay, check out my elvish creation! The idea is to portray this small band of wandering minstrils, having their breakfast while enchanting the morning forest air with their tunes. Notice the different mixtures of culture in their style and apparel. I like the idea of mixing the mate in there to give it a little traditional Argentine touch.

cute and funny pics

Eeeeeeeeew! So cute ma girls!!!

Here they are, all cuddled in my bed listening to a audio book of the Chronicles of Narnia. Poor things! I love scaring them suddenly in the middle of a tense part. Hahahahahahhaahhahahahah! Theyre so cute and jumpy!!




Next bellow is agu ma looove! Ma best daddy figure in the whole world! The glasses and buckteeth is him too by the way, at a dressup party! Pretty horrid no? LOL!




Then bellow is my baby group! Nadia and Arrianna....better known by me as my son Fredrich, Hitler, Olson piglet and a various assortment of suitable names depending on the occasion! LOL!
Nadia is very crafty in her vengefull moves on Arriana. Kindly sidling over to her as she leans on the couch or furniture...then looking around carefully first begins petting her chubby hand and daintily stroking it then all at once a discreet but violent pinch or push leaves Arianna in tears. LOL! What a crafty jealous child. Arianna on the other hand is alot more clumsy, and doesnt seem to realise yet alot of things. If shes angry shell pull hair or with brutal force slap away, but in general and excepting when her daddy is around she is quite accepting of the blonde. LOL! Its funny though when we tell Nadia to give love to the baby, shes happy and lovingly complies as long as she gets a thourough applause after. Poor Arianna on the other hand tries to respond but in her own brute way only succedes in slapping the poor sensitive Blonde!
Here they are now: Arriana as Adolf Hitler and Nadia as a little french drunk! LOL! I love these babies!

Cookie and Daria rump in the leaves!

awwwwwww!