Do not weep

dog walk words poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Le chanson de Prévert

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This is Gainsbourg’s beautiful song “Le Chanson de Prévert” combined with my watercolor drawing.

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Birtches, Berezy (Берёзы)

birtches sWhy do birches in Russia sounds so beautiful?
Why do they, white-trunked, understand everything?
They stay near to the road and wind
And drop their leaves sadly

I’ll walk on a road, I’m glad to the space
Maybe it’s everything that I know in the world
Why do leaves fly down so sadly
And caress my soul under my shirt?

My heart is hot
And again it feels there’s no answer
And a leaf of a birch fell on my shoulder
He is like me, broke away from a branch

“My dear, let sit down with you for a good road*
You should understand that I’ll come back, no need to be sad,
And my old mother will wave me goodbye
And close the gate

Why do birches in Russia sound so beautiful?
Why does it play harmonica sound?
Fingers can press all keys fast in one moment like wind
And at last oh.. sink down.

Beautiful Russian folk song by Lyube.(of course I have no idea about Russian Language although I love to learn one day, I mixed two translated version to make it sense.) But if you know better, pls let me know.

Homage drawing to Nelson Mandela

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“It always seems impossible until it’s done.”
“No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” N.Mandela

Fearless journalist

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“Michael Hastings went far in the span he had. One of our finest young investigative journalists, high stakes reporting in a sense cost him his life. We desperately need more and more young men and women such as Michael, willing to protest the intolerable war crimes and arrogance of our supremacy-seeking society.” Oliver Stone

Proud Whistle-blowers

35 years in prison.
This is truly heart breaking.
Powerful war criminals put an innocent brave young man in prison.

I do believe in decent gentle kind loving, the true humanity.
Bradley Manning is a proud and beautiful human being.
Between ugly and beautiful mind, how we perceive that all depends on our own strength and vision.
In a way ugly mind has to be there to make beautiful mind shine through…

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“government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth”.

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Official Washington still glorifies George W. Bush’s “successful surge” in Iraq while ignoring the wanton slaughter inflicted on Iraqis. So, there remains a high-level desire to harshly punish Pvt. Bradley Manning for exposing the horrific truth about that and other war crimes. By Ray McGovern

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The child hunters

hunter's karma s postWould you allow your child to use a gun to hunt and kill animals? Across Australia there are thousands of families who not only let it happen, they encourage it. Hunting is now a growth sport and the reasons are simple. For many it’s exciting, selling guns is a lucrative business and hunters have new-found political muscle. by Australian documentary Oct 2013.

In that film a boy said “you feel some kind of compassion but you need to get over it.”

WHY? I wonder if the boy asked to himself.
It is to kill more and to have fun. What’s wrong with that?!?

There was also children serial rape killer documentary. This man has no compassion on his victims, he would say that he just needs to get over it. Otherwise how he could keep rape and kill children?

Compassion we have in our heart is to grow more and not to diminish in any case in life.

Jeanne D’arc

Joan of Arc
jeanne d'arcWith one occasion last week I studied of her life a little and realized that France wouldn’t exist without this maid of Orleans (la pucelle d’Orléans). This is very a fact. And she received the voice from heaven. Those high spirit missionary people always end up by sacrificing their life… I noticed this since I was very little. But this time her story helped me to understand another step of my mind.

In her trail, she had been asked if she knew she was in God’s grace, she answered : “If I am not, may God put me there, and if I am , may God so keep me.” If she had answered yes, then she would have convicted herself of heresy. If she answered no, then she would have confessed her own guilt. She was an uneducated little village peasant girl. (1412-1431).

« Sur l’amour ou la haine que Dieu porte aux Anglais, je n’en sais rien, mais je suis convaincue qu’ils seront boutés hors de France, exceptés ceux qui mourront sur cette terre. » Her prediction during the trial also came true. Imagine if there is no France today…!!

Soon as wind blows.. I will leave again..

Dès Que Le Vent Soufflera

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It’s not the man who goes to the sea
It is the sea who takes the man tatatin

C’est pas l’homme qui prend la mer
C’est la mer qui prend l’homme

For me the sea took me
unprepared never mind

Moi la mer elle m’a pris
Au dépourvu tans pis

my heart was sick on fury ocean
4hours I vomited and
at midnight I’ve got hit everywhere
I slept in wet blankets.
These were my cost.
It is boating, it is fun.

J’ai eu si mal au coeur
Sur la mer en furie
Qu’ j’ai vomi mon quatre heures
Et mon minuit aussi
J’ me suis cogné partout
J’ai dormi dans des draps mouillés
Ca m’a coûté ses sous
C’est d’ la plaisance, c’est le pied

As soon as wind blows
I will leave again
when wind turns
we will go…

Dès que le vent soufflera
Je repartira
Dès que les vents tourneront
Nous nous en allerons

mother

We don’t know what to do with our own pain. We don’t know what to do with others. We don’t know what to do with our own weakness except hiding or pretending that doesn’t exist. So how can we welcome the weakness of others if we don’t welcome our own… My vision is that belonging should be at the heart of a fundamental discovery: that we all belong to a common humanity, the human race. We may be rooted in a specific family and culture but we come to this earth to open up to others, to serve them and receive the gifts they bring to us, as well as to all of humanity.
Jean Vanier, Becoming Human

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It is important that we support each other, that we pray for each other, that we come together as people who have the same face. We need to love each other and then, as we learn to work together in a place of belonging and togetherness, we begin to see that it is important to listen to each other. You have ideas much better than mine, I may have some that are better than yours. We don’t have to be powerful; we don’t have to be right…

farewell

Memory of Maka Fidyka

A beautiful lady with generous and big heart.
Such a bright smile I would never forget…
I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye to her.
This is only one thing I could do for her from my place.

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One drawing for her with my heart…
Death is not the end….
I think a lot of her children, their pain…
I wish they could find peace and love soon again.

I often wonder if she needed to paint of herself before her depart. What she has with who she is, her real identity form as well colors were all around her canvas. One might call it a figure of ‘soul’.

run away with me

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je veux un enfant

je veux un enfant1 song sJe veux un enfant Je veux un enfant
Je veux dans mon ventre, sentir le sang, la vie dedans, je veux un enfant

Passe 28 jours, les doigts croisés, j’attends mon tour
Sur mes dessous, le sang revient, comme toujours.
Je me sens bien seule, je ferme ma gueule quand autour de moi,
toutes les cigognes frappent aux portes, sont passées par là.
J’ai envie d’hurler, j’ai envie de pleurer, je m’accroche à ton cou.
Qu’est ce qu’ils font les autres?
Qu’est ce qu’ils ont les autres de plus seule que nous ?

Je me fous des discours, des mots qui rassurent, des professionnels.
Connaissez-vous la peine d’une femme qui rêve d’être mère ?
La belle je sais faire
La conne je sais faire
La cuisinière aussi.
La fille je sais faire
La pute je sais faire
Mais pas donner la vie

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I’ve been thought for a long time that I want to draw something for this song, actually for women who could’t have a baby. This song incredibly delivers the sentiment of hopeless desire… making you cry song.

strange fruit

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Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

song by Billie Holiday

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great power of ordinary people

I never lost hope that this great transformation would occur. Not only because of the great heros … but because of the courage of the ordinary men and women … I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there is mercy and generosity. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite….. Men’s goodness is a flame that can be hidden but never extinguished. Nelson Mandela
police southafrica sThis drawing is not my intention to accuse police. We are doing things like this without much thoughts or understanding of entire pictures. Not thinking enough is terrible and living without compassion is horrible…
This drawing I made is from one of photos in cape town, south africa 1985. Protesters were asking Mandela’s release and police used Sjamboks. Every great things in this world there could be a hero in front of that event but behind there are always greater power of these ordinary hidden people who endure the pains. Few days ago I watched a dancing video which was long ago before Michael Jackson made a breaking dance, so many others were already danced almost same style. I think it is always like that, hero doesn’t mean one was better than the others… It could be he or she is lucky one (of course they are special for sure) but this lucky star can’t exist without these many beautiful, courageous and kind ordinary nameless people…

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