Ulimwenguni: July 2012

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Thursday, July 26, 2012

We walk through life dodging the obstacles in our path.But some of us don't walk, we move fast as we can despite the risk. Our confidence combined with an ability to free our mind of thoughts and have pure awareness keeps us safe. Often safer than those who walk. We Live Unbound.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

not from a camera ? wahh?

elephant eye. ( future pets - elephant, husky) it's just a matter of time .

pastels ...by lindsay and i

for an english assignment. based off of the poem .....

The Weary Blues
by Langston Hughes

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway . . . He did a lazy sway . . . To the tune o' those Weary Blues. With his ebony hands on each ivory key He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet Blues! Coming from a black man's soul. O Blues! In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan-- "Ain't got nobody in all this world, Ain't got nobody but ma self. I's gwine to quit ma frownin' And put ma troubles on the shelf." Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor. He played a few chords then he sang some more-- "I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied. Got the Weary Blues And can't be satisfied-- I ain't happy no mo' And I wish that I had died." And far into the night he crooned that tune. The stars went out and so did the moon. The singer stopped playing and went to bed While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.
(also thank you lindsay for the assistance on the purple suit ! )