WALKING TO BE ALIVE

IN STREETS OF HOPE

ONE FEARLESS HEART

WITH LOVE IN  MIND 

THAT´S ALL I EVER WANT

fotography by fatima varella  |  copyright 

Special sundays, walking on the streets of Brazil...words and friends in my mind, so poetry... words for people that have sensibility love, peace and harmony inside of the heart.  Here I write poems based on words I read around, on the instagram of loved ones... and...most importantly: they don't even know how much they inspire me! keep writting.

Ouso fazer cantiga e poesia, 

com as palavras e 

frases do teu dia a dia.

Há muito que chover, 

e o céu cinza transforma 

o verde das folhas, 

num verde maior.

Para a melodia, necessito 

o acaso de um instante, 

teus ouvidos.

O resto é fumaça de fogo 

que ardeu, de folhas secas,

 assopradas por lábios de licor, 

flor de banana.

Melhor a lembrança, 

do que o vazio.

 E porque sou inteiro sonho, 

continuar o caminho.

 Assobio.

Assobio  por Maria Varella

desenho giz . dim 2.00mts x 2.00mts por maria varella

 

monotipia ..papel  jornal  dim 10cm  x 10cm mix digital media por maria varella

TASTEFULLY INTENSE NIGHTS, WITH FLAVORS OF COLORS
PEACE AROUND ME, HOPE AND SILENCE, BE THE SAME FOR YOU ALL

to cry...

sometimes it is simply necessary

Silence,  Smiles Surround.See me Something sweet. Smelling Some Shells.See you Similar. Slowly Singing Songs So Softly Secret.Simply Stay...Seeing...Spherical Sensations.

TAKE A LOOK AT THE GREEN AND OPEN THE HEART WINDOWS.IT IS SIMPLE LIKE THIS.

Something more, about coffee and places. When our house is the paradise, so it is the best place to stay.

When hearts flows as a green morning, hope comes true, harmony and love take the correct place and everythings grow together. 

Everyone matures little by little and even if at different times, one waits for the other, encouraging  and loving until the end.

So, stay close, we are one.

DIGITAL ART

 INTERFERÊNCIAS E GAROA

SÃO MINÚSCULAS AS ESFERAS

NÉVOAS GELADAS, APARÊNCIAS

OUTRA VEZ, INTERFERÊNCIAS

SUBLIMANDO

DIVING IN A FLIGHT IN SEARCH OF COLORS AND IN THE BEST MORNING WORDS I BREATHE DEEPLY WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT NOTHING I CALLED IT THE SENSE OF POETRY AND RESPECT WITH ABSOLUTE AND INTENSE RESPONSIBILITY I KNOW WHAT I SAYED AND WHEN NOTHING SAID

AND ONE DAY I JUST GOT TIRED OF EVERYTHING

UNTIL OF THE CONFUSION I FOUND GRACE BUT DEEP INSIDE OF ME I FEEL PEACE SHED LIGHT