Empty Spaces… Good Bye Elie Wiesel

You closed those eyes that saw too much, and took with you the sorrow in them,
that hunting look, the searing pain, of someone who once was broken, stolen, betrayed, by infamy and hate.

You picked up your own pieces, in a horror nightmare like Guernica, and put yourself back together,
and those empty spaces, where the parts of you were missing,
gone in the burning hell of Auchwitz forever,
you replaced them with light and filled them with hope,
and you walked away from evil,
you left it behind,
and your wounded soul, spilled its light around the world, through the million little cracks left open and sore…

Who would fill those empty spaces, left by you now that you are gone, dear Elie Wiesel?

Rest in peace and  shine from above… Now your family is finally back together!  ….

… But the world surely feels darker without you.

There are victories of the soul and spirit,  sometimes, even if you lose, you win.

Elie Wiesel 

Spring and Summer Wedding Inspiration 

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves”Walt Whitman

For the love of Love, Spring and pretty pictures

“Keep your face always towards the sunshine and shadows will fall behind you” – Walt Whitman
“You are so much sunshine in every square inch” – Walt Whitman
“To me every hour of the day is an unspeakably  perfect miracle” – Walt Whitman
“We were together, I forget the rest” – Walt Whitman

“Happiness, not in another place, but this place…not for another hour, but for this hour” – Walt Whitman

“I can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of light” – Plato

“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life” – Walt Whitman


If nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life – Pablo Neruda




“Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me” – Walt Whitman

“I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell”  – Walt Whitman
“I know nothing else but miracles”  – Walt Whitman
“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves”  – Walt Whitman

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage” –  Lao Tzu

“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets” – Haruki Murakami

“How do you spell ‘love’? – Piglet  “You don’t spell it, you feel it” – Pooh
“Will you come travel with me?  Shall we stick by each other as long as we live? – Walt Whitman
Mindy Weiss

In one kiss, you’ll know, all I haven’t said – Pablo Neruda

Melanie Bennett Photography

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me  – Pablo Neruda


We’re stronger in the places where that we’ve been broken – Ernest Hemingway

“Simplicity is the glory of expression” – Walt Whitman


We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together, with the windows open and the stars bright”  – Ernest Hemingway


















“Love is composed by a single soul inhabited by two bodies” Aristotle

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Mindy Weiss




Thank you for visiting, I hope you enjoyed it! xx







From my Window…. Desde mi Ventana. A Merry Christmas to All

Positano, Italia
From my window I saw summer go by…  from my window, I saw my thoughts go wild… I still wonder why I didn’t get to say goodbye
Oh Summer beautiful … liquid dreams and all…
Can’t take away the beauty of Autumn or Fall, Winter and cold,  having their own memories their own soul.
Fire cracking, book diving, dreaming begins again…
Contemplating that all is possible… didn’t I feel before the same? .
I find over and over that life repeats itself, I’m always starting over or at least it feels this way…
…Despite all the beginnings … the decades we left back, some things  will never change, the language of silence, the feeling of touch, those arms and  legs intertwined like an abstract piece of art…
..A tiny home is enough when your heart is in the right place…
…waiting is a joy when you know who you are waiting for… When you have somebody else…
Family oh family … we all have different walks but isn’t it just perfect, isn’t it the best when we can come together putting things to rest, when we can get together and stop?
…and there they go again, leaving my soul all warm, but I love the sound of silence and I love my time alone…
Warm wine, cossy feet, a good book …and somebody to share them with…
I wish you all  tomorrow, along with a cup of JOY, to have someone to share, the birth of our LORD…



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Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!

What a wonderful world…

I see trees of green…

I see….

Red roses too…

 I see them bloom…

For me and you…

for me and you

for me and you

And I think to myself…


what a wonderful world…

What a wonderful world!



I see skies of blue…

and clouds of white…

And clouds of bright…

the bright blessed day

The bright blessed day…


The dark secret night…

the dark secret night…


And I think to myself, what a wonderful world!

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky…

so pretty in the sky 

Are also on the faces of people going by…


of people going by…
are also on the faces….
on the faces…
beautiful faces…

I see friends shaking hands, saying, how do you do?…

old friends…
shaking hands…
They are really saying….

They are really saying, I love you!

I love you 
I love you…
I love you, I do…


I love you 

I hear babies crying…

I hear babies crying…

I watch them grow…

I watch them grow…


They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know!


And I think to myself, what a wonderful world!

and I think to myself…
what a wonderful world…

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world!

Louis Armstrong 









A Walk to Remember 

Walking in silence. Alone. At dusk… awakens the senses, the need for awareness, the hunger for understanding… introspection, stillness inside while in movement, I can listen to my heart and actually hear what it is saying, realize what my soul knew already … searching for unspoken words to sooth my spirit, searching for a connection to the Universe, a connection to one’s self…

Walking in silence. Alone.
Walking in silence. Alone. At dusk…. Awakens the senses, the need for awareness, the hunger for understanding…
…Introspeccion, stillness inside, while in movement, so I can listen to my heart…
…and actually hear what it’s saying, realize what my soul knew already…
…Searching for words to sooth my spirit.  A connection to the Universe, a connection to one’s self



...So if you are made of empty spaces












And those who were seen dancing, ,

I tried to forget, but you grew roots around my ribcage….
Anna Peters





...You, he said,

The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls



Agatha Christie


P.S. I love you
P.S. I love you …. I’m dying!

.Anita KrizzanMarie-Therese -PIcasso- .

E. E. Cummings


Elizabeth Gilbert,
Elizabeth Gilbert, “Eat, Pray, Love”


F. Scott Fitzgerald
F. Scott Fitzgerald

I wish I had done..


.Anita KrizzanDon't



It is a blessing and a curse..
It is a blessing and a curse..


Lao Tzu


Anita Krissan





Friedrich Nietzsche


F. Scott FitzgeraldI use to walk into a room



Charles Bukowski


Forget yesterday..
Forget yesterday..

.Anita Krizzan.Ernest Hemingway .


.Oscar Wilde.

Nayyirah Waheed


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Every Sunrise, every Sunset…



Gustav Klimt, The Kiss


That was quite a walk right there…. it left me exhausted and relieved at the same time… Good night.

Darkness, the absence of Light

Darkness, the absence of Light

The absence of Light
The absence of Light

My father loved poetry, he used to recite poems all the time as he walked around the house. “To Christ crucified”  was one of my favorites, it always managed to move me to unspoken tears … In spite of being too young to comprehend how deep those words were, I always had a profound feeling of respect and sadness at the same time every time I heard them.  The tone of his voice, the intensity and the feeling he had behind those words were powerful…  My father was an agnostic or so he said… I think he wanted to be and tried hard to make others believe he was. There were some moments like those ones when he recited this poem that lead me to believe later on that he was just trying, as strange as it might sound, to protect himself of hope.  Many of us try hard to stop believing so we can’t be hurt anymore. We try to stop believing in real love and decency, in human integrity and character, we try to stop believing in fairness and possibilities, even in God.  We feel all grown up and too smart to believe…even though there is something inside of us that needs desperately to do so and never, ever stops searching, even in all the wrong places, for that light that seems to start inside of us and needs to connect to it’s source, a much bigger and powerful light, in order to continue to exist. It is then, when we cease to believe, that we become broken, empty lanterns without a fire, without a purpose… It saddens me to accept that I, as well, had walked away from the light inadvertently, not completely, not that far, still far enough to experience such darkness… I love little Albert Einstein’s explanation to his teacher about darkness not existing and been impossible to be proven scientifically, he said it is only the absence of light. Researching the story a while ago I found out it was an urban legend… I was heart broken and refused to believe it wasn’t real so I decided right there and then to hold on to it, for as long as I could… too much beauty and truth in it to let go.

My father lost his mother when he was a little boy, I can only imagine how hard it must have been…  I think that had a big influence on him trying to live his life without faith or hope. He never said it but it makes sense to me now… it’s made sense to me for a while actually, specially since he died in September of 2011.  It’s helped me greatly to believe that he actually, deep, deep down, in a dark, quiet corner of his heart, believed… the way he recited this poem with such sorrow and passion…   There were a few things and moments during his life where we were able to see signs of his lost faith since he went to Catholic school. Those moments had given me hope that he has finally reunited with his Mother and that I will see him again, joyful and in peace, without pain, the way it was intended to be… and he will hold me and comb my hair and tell me how pretty and smart I am again…

Father and daughter
Father and daughter

Here is the translated poem and the original.

 Sonnet to Jesus Crucified

I am not moved, my God, to love You
by the heaven that You have promised me
and I am not moved either by hell so feared
as the reason to stop offending You.

You move me, my Lord, it moves me to see You
nailed to a cross and your flesh destroyed,
what moves me is to see your body so injured,
what moves me is your suffering and your death.

What moves me, finally, is your love, and in such way,
that even if there was no heaven, I would love You,
and even if there was no hell, I would fear You.

You don’t have to give me for me to love You,
so even if what I hope for I did not hope,
the same that I love You, I would love You.

—Translated by José Leo O S

A Cristo crucificado

No me mueve, mi Dios, para quererte
el cielo que me tienes prometido,
ni me mueve el infierno tan temido
para dejar por eso de ofenderte.

Tú me mueves, Señor, muéveme el verte
clavado en una cruz y escarnecido,
muéveme ver tu cuerpo tan herido,
muévenme tus afrentas y tu muerte.

Muéveme, en fin, tu amor, y en tal manera,
que aunque no hubiera cielo, yo te amara,
y aunque no hubiera infierno, te temiera.

No me tienes que dar porque te quiera,
pues aunque lo que espero no esperara,
lo mismo que te quiero te quisiera.

This week, as we remember Christ’s crucifixion and resurrection, I better realize what happens when we extinguish the light.  We are surrounded by what we perceived as darkness, we are surrounded by the absence of THE LIGHT.

Is done
It is finished…
The beginning... Vierge Aux Anges, William Adolphe Bouguereau.
The beginning… Vierge Aux Anges, William Adolphe Bouguereau.
The Joy..
The Joy..
The Light
The Light, William Adolphe Bouguereau’s The Virgin of  the Lilies
Bouguereau's Pietà
The darkness, William Adolphe Bouguereau’s Pietà
The hope, Michelangelo’s Madonna and Child. Church of our Lady, Bruges, Belgium.
The sorrow
The sorrow, Michelangelo’s Pietà.  St Peter’s Basilica, Vatican City.
L'Innocence, William Auguste Bouguereau
L’Innocence, William Auguste Bouguereau…. The world making sense !
Betrayal: To deliver or expose to an enemy by treachery or disloyalty. The taking of Christ by Caravaggio, National Gallery of Ireland, Dublin.
Madonna della Seggiola
Madonna della Seggiola, detail. I am totally captivated with this painting, Mary’s face and expression are beyond beautiful, the look in her eyes mesmerize me !…. I’m at a loss for words
Raffaello's Madonna della Seggiola
Raffaello Sanzio, Madonna della Seggiola, Florence, Italy
The world gone mad...
The world gone mad…
The beauty of colors
The beauty of colors.  The Star of Bethlehem by Edward Burne-Jones. Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery, Birmingham, England.
The Pasion
The Pasion
Of love and family
Of love and family
The teachings
The teachings and examples
Ecce Homo by Antonio Ciseri
About hypocrisy and cowardly…. Ecce Homo by Antonio Ciseri
A child ... a Teacher, Jesus in the Temple
A child … a Teacher, Jesus in the Temple
Entry of Christ into Jerusalem.  Van Dyck
Entry of Christ into Jerusalem. Van Dyck.  Hosanna!
The last Supper
The last Supper. Leonardo da Vinci.  Santa Maria delle Grazie, Milan
Madness… The Elevation of The Cross, Triptych by Flemish artist Peter Paul Rubens.  Cathedral of our Lady, Antwerp, Belgium
Peter Paul Rubens
Peter Paul Rubens, The Elevation of the Cross, I find confusing that both versions are different, no idea which one is the original…
The Beginning
The Beginning
The end
The end
The world as it is supposed to be
The world as it is supposed to be.  Christ in the House of his Parents by John Everett Millais,  Tate Britain, London
Fisher of men
Fisher of men
Jesus with fishermen
Jesus with fishermen by Jean van Orley, in Sint Salvador, Brugge, Belgium.
The Light, the Hope
The Light, the Hope, Leonardo da Vinci
The road
The road less traveled…
We all carry our cross
We all carry our cross
And know that I am with you always, yes, to the end of time
And know that I am with you always, yes, to the end of time
King of kings, Lord of lords
King of kings, Lord of lords
Christ crucified
Christ crucified by Diego Velázquez.  Museo del Prado, Spain