Inside the Mind of Isadora


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I Do Not Love You

I do not love you except because I love you; 

I go from loving to not loving you,

From waiting to not waiting for you

My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love; 

I hate you deeply, and hating you

Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you

Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume

My heart with its cruel

Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who

Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,

Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. ©Pablo Neruda


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Serenity – A Walk through Life

Tree Path.web A Walk through Life ©IsadoraDeLaVega

Spend your brief moment according to nature’s law,

and serenely greet the journey’s end as an olive falls when it is ripe,

blessing the branch that bares it and giving thanks to the tree that gave it life.

quote from Marcus Aurelius [philosophers/resources]

Manhã de Carnaval – Al di Meola – Paco de Lucía – John McLaughlin

 


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Sunday Song – If My Heart Had Windows

The way to love anything deeply is to realize that it may be lost.  

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

A Gift of Love

Without you,
Life is just existing.
With you,
Life is worth living.

You put a name on the
songs birds sing.
And, you bring the smell of flowers
to a breezy spring.

You are my sun.
You are my moon.
Please, get well.
And, come home soon. 

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

A tear may appear when I hold you near

But, that’s for the sweet things you do

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you.

By your side I will stay ’til we’re old and gray

Reminiscing young moments we knew

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

A thief couldn’t steal the love that I feel

Heaven for me has come true

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

If My Heart had Windows

You’d see a heart full of love just for you

 


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An Artist Am I

Flower-Purple-760A.web  Petite Fleur                                 2015©art and photography by Isadora

Life isn’t about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself.
©George Bernard Shaw

Flower-purple-original-2a.webOriginal Photograph                       2015©photography by Isadora

 


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Nobody Walks Alone

Oft’  times when the highway of life seems rough

And all of your dreams have flown,

 Just remember, wherever your road may go,

 Nobody Walks Alone

When everyone else has let you down

And under your sins you groan,

Just keep reminding, your burdened heart,

 Nobody Walks Alone

Then suddenly you’ll feel His hand in yours,

 And His eyes lifting up your own,

 And you’ll hear his gentle, forgiving voice:

 Nobody Walks Alone … !!!

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

“Ama” is a silent film.

It tells a story everyone can interpret in their own way,

based on their own experience.

There is no imposition, only suggestions.

I wanted to share my biggest pain in this life with this film.

For this is not too crude, I covered it with grace.

To make it not too heavy, I plunged it into the water.

I dedicate this film to all the women of the world.”

©Julie


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Butterfly Dance

Flutter by

Butterfly

Flutter by

Tulips and Poppies

Roses and Orchids

Dream of your visit

Petal to Petal

Swirl and Drink

Sweet Nectar

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Stunnung video of a meditative dance between two entranced souls.

 

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Nurture Thursday


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Friday Fictioneers – A Spirit that Remembers

Moonlight glimmers faintly, 

through breeze tossed curtains.

A glow flickers,

in the darkness of the night.

I can feel you.

A gentle touch that tingles my body,

emotions awaken within,

a spirit that remembers. 

Illusions of another time,

put to rest as,

heat burns my skin

and fire rakes the inside of my soul.

A musky scent of passion,

surrounds us like a wall.

Jasmine is in the air.

Filling the room, my senses,

desire reigning everywhere.

Moonlight creeps again,

into the darkened room,

Bodies burn with sweat,

from an afterglow of lust.

The forbidden fruit, 

nourishing, an eternal memory.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Poetry

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:Anshu Bhojnagarwala

 

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