Some Watercolour
Landscape Studies
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Showing posts with label watercolour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label watercolour. Show all posts
Floating Soul
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Don't Rock The Boat
By Bob Marley (Lyrics)
By Bob Marley (Lyrics)
Huh, please don’t you rock my boat
’cause I don’t want my boat to be rockin’ anyhow
Please don’t you rock my boat, no
’cause I don’t want my boat to be rockin’
I’m tellin’ you that, oh, ooh-aah, I like it a-like a-this
Can you miss?
And you should know, ooh-aah, when I like it a-like a-this
Am I really it? ooh yeah
You satis- satis- satisfy my soul, morning time
Evening cold, -fy my soul
Yes, I’ve been a-tellin’ you, bake me the sweetest cakes
I’m happy inside all the time
Oh, can’t you see what you’ve done for me? yeah
You make me feel like when we bend them new corners
We feel like sweepstake winners, yeah
When we bend them new corners
We feel like sweepstake winners
And I said, oh, ooh-aah, I like it a-like a-this
Yes, I do
And you should know, ooh-aah,
when I like it a-like a-this
I’ve got it, just can’t miss, ooh
Satis- satisfy my soul, darlin’
Make me love you in the morning time, yeah
If ever I treated you bad, make it up to me one time
’cause I’m happy inside all the time
I want you beside me, yeah, to be mine
One thing you’ve got to do, is when a-we holding hands together
You’ve got to know that we love, a-love each other, yeah
And if every time you should walk away from me now
Uh, you’ll now I need your sympathy, yeah
Can you see? do you believe me?
Oh, darlin’, darlin’, I’m callin’, callin’
Satisfy my soul, satisfy my soul
Never, never, never give it up now
All in the same boat
Rockin’ on the same route
We gotta get together, join each other
And can’t you see what I’ve got for you? yeah
I’m happy, happy, happy, happy, happy,
and not you can turn me blue now
Come a little closer, satisfy my...
(Lyrics' source : metrolyrics.com)
’cause I don’t want my boat to be rockin’ anyhow
Please don’t you rock my boat, no
’cause I don’t want my boat to be rockin’
I’m tellin’ you that, oh, ooh-aah, I like it a-like a-this
Can you miss?
And you should know, ooh-aah, when I like it a-like a-this
Am I really it? ooh yeah
You satis- satis- satisfy my soul, morning time
Evening cold, -fy my soul
Yes, I’ve been a-tellin’ you, bake me the sweetest cakes
I’m happy inside all the time
Oh, can’t you see what you’ve done for me? yeah
You make me feel like when we bend them new corners
We feel like sweepstake winners, yeah
When we bend them new corners
We feel like sweepstake winners
And I said, oh, ooh-aah, I like it a-like a-this
Yes, I do
And you should know, ooh-aah,
when I like it a-like a-this
I’ve got it, just can’t miss, ooh
Satis- satisfy my soul, darlin’
Make me love you in the morning time, yeah
If ever I treated you bad, make it up to me one time
’cause I’m happy inside all the time
I want you beside me, yeah, to be mine
One thing you’ve got to do, is when a-we holding hands together
You’ve got to know that we love, a-love each other, yeah
And if every time you should walk away from me now
Uh, you’ll now I need your sympathy, yeah
Can you see? do you believe me?
Oh, darlin’, darlin’, I’m callin’, callin’
Satisfy my soul, satisfy my soul
Never, never, never give it up now
All in the same boat
Rockin’ on the same route
We gotta get together, join each other
And can’t you see what I’ve got for you? yeah
I’m happy, happy, happy, happy, happy,
and not you can turn me blue now
Come a little closer, satisfy my...
(Lyrics' source : metrolyrics.com)
Looking at Myself
Phenomenal Woman
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By Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's
(The poem appeared on shadowpoetry.com)
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By Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's
(The poem appeared on shadowpoetry.com)
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Mirror
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By Sylvia Plath (*)
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
(The poem appeared on Vmlinux.org)
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Mirror
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By Sylvia Plath (*)
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
(The poem appeared on Vmlinux.org)
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(*) Sylvia Plath was an American poet from Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts. Her very short thirty-year life was riddled with stress and depression. Even though she was a very smart and talented young woman, at the age of twenty she tried to commit suicide. Unsuccessful at this task she continued to write, though her work suffered, and became darker and more depressing. A few years later she married and had two children and one miscarriage. Still bothered by this miscarriage and her recent divorce in February of 1963, sadly Sylvia succeeded in her second attempt at suicide, by inhalation of natural gas.
PS : This is a watercolour study (life drawing) made at the Académie Royale des Beaux Arts de Bruxelles.
PS : This is a watercolour study (life drawing) made at the Académie Royale des Beaux Arts de Bruxelles.
To See Her is a Picture
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By Emily Dickinson
To see her is a picture,
To hear her is a tune,
To know her an intemperance
As innocent as June;
By which to be undone
Is dearer than Redemption,
Which never to receive,
Makes mockery of melody
It might have been to live.
(The poem appeared on
Quotesandpoem.com)
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By Emily Dickinson
To see her is a picture,
To hear her is a tune,
To know her an intemperance
As innocent as June;
By which to be undone
Is dearer than Redemption,
Which never to receive,
Makes mockery of melody
It might have been to live.
(The poem appeared on
Quotesandpoem.com)
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PS : The drawing was inspired from a photo by
the talented Ejenia Spasskaja, Minificus
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the talented Ejenia Spasskaja, Minificus
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