What amazingly serene greenery and perfect waterfall at Millaa Millaa Falls, Queensland

Gilets Jaunes by L. Martel


This is a very preliminary start on an 11″ x 14″ oil on canvas. There is a great deal of unrest in the world and this is what’s happening in France. When we lived on Faubourg St. Antoine in Paris, just down the street from the Bastille, we saw many demonstrations. It seemed to be the locale where that sort of thing happened. The storming of the Bastille, July 14th 1789 was where the people rose up against their government and signalled the start of the French Revolution. A lot of people lost their heads then. This uprising began on November 17th 2018. The Gilets Jaunes are protesting rising fuel prices, the high cost of living, and the disproportionate tax burden that is falling on the backs of the working and middle classes. Why would I chose such a subject? I believe art must reveal the times in which we…

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Purity ! / Heavenly happiness.


A prophet supposed to be immaculate ,
A  river of heavenly happiness.
A prophet does not need earthly pleasure and lust of humans.
The prophet cures people not hurt them.
prophet preaches love , peace and equality
.Not revenge , hate , blood shed and Racism
Prophet ought to be spiritual guide for people..
Not to divide them to kill each other like savage tribes.
My regards .
Jalal Michael Sabbagh.

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DIY: Refrigerator magnets to promote your art

exotic fruit

The Lonely Author

exotic fruit

fluttering island skirts
flash silky thighs
feeling an urge for sin
I feel the rhythm
before the music begins
palm leaves sway
along with enticing hips
mango and passion fruit
linger on inviting lips

some cravings
are as irresistible
as the pull of the evening tides
my desires ebb and flow
memories fall
fantasies rise

a dreamer or a fool
surrounded by exotic fruit
longing for a taste of
only you

Photo taken by me.

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Herzlich Willkommen bei Lis

Ein dunkler Ort in deiner Seele,

nur du allein gibst hier Befehle,

in zu verlassen fällt dir schwer,

hängst du doch an ihm so sehr.


Der dunkle Ort, den du erdacht,

nur du hast ihn zu dazu gemacht,

hält dich fest mit starken Ketten,

niemand kann dich dort erretten.

An diesem Ort bist du allein,

denn niemand kann zu dir hinein,

die Tür die hältst du fest verriegelt,

und das Schloss hast du versiegelt.


Den Schlüssel hast du auch zerstört,

hast auf das dunkle Herz gehört,

und langsam musst du nun verstehen,

auch wenn du möchtest,

du kannst nicht gehen!


Gedicht von Ray Shaa

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Try to get it!

The first verse which was revealed by Allah on the heart of prophet Mohammad was “Read”..

Allah says..

Read: In the name of thy Lord Who createth, (1)

Createth man from a clot. (2) Read: And thy Lord is the Most Bounteous, (3) Who teacheth by the pen, (4) Teacheth man that which he knew not.

Al Alak Chapter..

Peace be with you !!

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Adiós al Kaiser, Feria Masticar, jabón loco


Se dice que el día 10 de septiembre de 1933, en Hamburgo, una familia alemana celebró la llegada al mundo del único hijo en común del matrimonio. Karl Otto Lagerfeld fue un niño vivaz y contestatario que pronto dejaría su país de origen para trasladarse al París de la posguerra; su madre, una mujer decidida, habría de empujar al joven hacia su destino: “Aquí no tienes nada que hacer, Alemania es un país muerto”.

Un par de años más tarde el diseñador habría de cruzarse con otra joven promesa de la moda: Yves Mathieu-Saint Laurent. Pierre Balmain y Christian Dior fueron las míticas casas de alta costura donde ambos comenzarían a formarse y donde, por añadidura, habrían de desarrollar una amistad cruzada por la egolatría propia de los genios. Jean Patou, Chloe y Fendi fueron los pasos siguientes en la vida de Lagerfeld hasta que, casi en la…

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Russian Postcards in My Mailbox


💥Peace & Truth

“MORNING RITUAL!” a poem A. M. – Friday February 22, 2019

(1) The-alarm sounds once, and thoughts of you,
Come to-me and I am blue,

Because you are not here in bed,
But I remember, you’ve-often said:

You’re always with-me, so-I-close-my-eyes,
And breathe and sigh, as my body lies!

(2) And, again, it rings! Shall I arise?
I’ll wipe away my tear; it’s wise,

To start the day – and hope the best,
Is always ours! I’ve had my rest!

To strength body – and-still the mind;
Time-to-greet-the-day – and to-be kind,

To-my-little-self, with-an easy pace,
As-I-once-more join the human race!

(3) Once more! It comes, and-I-ask what-you,
Would have your tiny dancer do;

I think you’d say: “Keep courage strong;
I-will be with you before long –

In body, as-well-as-thought, my Love!”
Yes, you’ll be here – here, just above,

My face, and-there’ll-be-gentle-kissing;
Now, my touch – you might…

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