You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: Ask for your soul. The soul that is tenderness, Kindness, Sadness, Love. But you mostrarás your curve free flight, between the worlds. (MEIRELES, 1995, 17TH Song) The soul of the artist can fly high, free blank spaces, … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: I saw yesterday a bug in filth picking up food between the yard debris. When he felt something, Not tested or smelled: Swallow with voracity. The animal was not a dog, It wasn't a cat, It wasn't a rat. The bug, my … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: My land has palm trees, Where the sage sings; The birds chirp chirp Not here as there. Our sky has more stars, Our lowlands have more flowers, Our forests have more life, Our life, more loves, Thinking, alone at night, … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: Fanados us couches of older courtesans, Painted eyebrow, the look langue and fatal, A sneer, to make the ears a retinir Fall of pale stone and metal; On a green carpet, many faces without mouths, Like mouths without … Read more
I am the earth, I am the life. My boat first came the man. From me came the woman and came the love. Came the tree and came to source. The fruit comes and the flower comes. I am the original source of all life. I am the floor that attaches to your House. … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: What guilty spirit, in what shrubbery dim, heard not, the stirring, summons of that hymn? But, two; they fell, as the sky does not give forgiveness to those who only hear the beating of his heart. A maiden-angel and her seraph-lover… But where … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: From your chant the pure grace, And tenderness I can not; Because to me the sweet lyre barely breathing sounds of love. When the ropes changed you, Happy Anacreon 1, From Meonia 2 Live Out the source of course humor. The flattering noise … Read more
Be the tree that blooms That fruits and spreads on the floor. Let the hungry despojarem you. In your serene branches there are blooms eternal and all mouths they shall be satisfied (MEIRELES, 1995, song XX) The art always ventures, seeking new ways to talk to the soul, to arouse emotions and to awaken. This thought has always accompanied … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: I live in your churches and houses and roofs and walls. I'm that old Green Wall of maidenhair Where addresses a former Jasmine, Aromatic, In the poor and dirty little streets. I am Against these houses Whispering to each other. … Read more
I am that woman who taught time Taught to love life. Don't give up the fight. Start over in defeat. Forgo the word and negative thoughts, Believe in human values. Be optimistic. I believe in an immanent force that connects the human family In a luminous current Of universal brotherhood. I believe in human solidarity. I believe … Read more