Survivor

Breast Cancer Survivor

Sculpture Garden NOMA

At the NOMA Sculpture Garden

Famous Art Studios

Some Real Famous Art Studios...

An afternoon at the Museum

An afternoon at the Museum

Nature in Louisiana

Nature in Louisiana

Art is everywhere.

Art can be found everywhere in nature...

Dream Series the Book by Belinda Shinshillas

Dream Series the Book

Colors in Nature

COLORS IN NATURE ARE ALWAYS IN PERFECT BALANCE.

Beautiful Nature.

The Sky Today.

The Sky Today, Beautiful...

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

Life is simply beautiful.

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

Belinda Shinshillas.

Picture by Michael Alford.

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.

Driving through the Desert

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

"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

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...

"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