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From where time and space are lost.
To the place where I can glimpse my own soul.
In the begining...
In the begining was the silence sound.
Anna.
15.5.16.

If you hear a voice within you say,
'You cannot paint',
then by all means paint,
and that voice will be silenced.
Vincent Van Gogh.
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Thanks to respect me like author and to respect my art work.
I hope you enjoy with "My own Art" a lot!!
Anna, always with Love.
annanda.spain@gmx.es
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Las Canteras Beach. Fireworks of the `Night of San Juan´ (June 2016).
Why do you write? In my own case, my own example...
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To be like water!, my friend. :)
jueves, 8 de abril de 2021
lunes, 4 de enero de 2021
Happy Life!
❣️✨💫 I get out of myself all the hatred the devil had put in me. Now.
I release my heart and sighs to heal my body tired of so much exhaustion, of so much prolonged effort, also in the summers.
I get all the hate out of myself, the one in the world and mine. And I strip myself of freeing myself from all the evil and the fateful moments that I have lived, which is not little. Thus, I am empty and alone on this night still with a moon, drying the tears that fortunatelly have brought me my sanity. And brave, I turn the page on the journey of Life, in this silent energy run that sustains and encourages me. And temple quietly my struggle, pacifing my essence, undoing my guilt. Knowing that I am not alone, that Life worships me and now I worship Life. I take all the hatred out of myself and say I don't give up. To anyone who reads this I write to I wish: Happy Life! What else can you do if not, a humble woman today right now?...
Anna M.G.C. © 💖🇪🇸✨ ❣️✨💫 Peace and Love in the World © ✨ 🌼 https://t.me/peaceandlovearoundtheworld ✨ https://loveandpeacearoundtheworld.blogspot.com/ 🤍✨ http://myownliteratureinenglish.blogspot.com/ ✨❣️🌼✨
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viernes, 20 de noviembre de 2020
domingo, 10 de mayo de 2020
sábado, 2 de mayo de 2020
viernes, 1 de mayo de 2020
miércoles, 15 de abril de 2020
martes, 31 de marzo de 2020
sábado, 28 de marzo de 2020
lunes, 23 de marzo de 2020
The riddle (by me).
The riddle was found,
written on the castle walls.
It didn´t suppose an alarm
when the sun was down.
The first clue was in the middle of the sky-lights,
where the star begins to shine brilliants,
the same star that whispers with calm,
the same star that bright behind palms.
The riddle guide us through halls,
through clouds, gardens and ancient maps,
the treasure it promise to give up,
in this country or in another similar.
The night sounds lyrically and nice,
shows us in front of the mirror our face.
The Purposes lady is coming twice
and the silence quickly arrives.
The adventure is finishing the day of the mark,
the rhythm of the drums invites us to dance,
poets in the future about all will write,
and songs and performances will resound in the dark.
The curse was broken, the prophecy told,
the riddle was useful for this and today
I take a deep breath softly after to say
the old story where I find
the lovers together in the garden inside.
Anna.
13.3.18
viernes, 20 de marzo de 2020
martes, 17 de marzo de 2020
martes, 13 de marzo de 2018
martes, 20 de febrero de 2018
miércoles, 19 de abril de 2017
Show Me Love.
I want you to show me
I know to feel what love is
I know you can show me.

jueves, 30 de marzo de 2017
Become infinity.
Open up to infinity
and become infinity.
Love yourself.
Love your soul.
Love and... then,
open up to infinity
and live there.
Anna.
30.3.17
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