create 2007
© luisa brehmImagine
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
- John Lennon - for a Better Worldwithout Death Penalty !!!with Love, Always me
for Saddam
a simple rose for you
and for all people murdered
by barbarian governments all over the world !!!
Kill Death Penalty NOW !!!© luisa brehm
gates to freedom
© luisa brehm
my truly first experience in photoshop .....
Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.- Chief Seattle -
my christ is dead
© luisa brehm
this baby was abandoned at the gates of a cemetery !!!
to never forget all children who are starving to death these days,
all days all over the world !!!
we should/must share our christmas all days in the future
and future is right now, a second later .....
i took this picture in Cap Verde, a few months after
the portuguese Carnations’ revolution, in 1974.
it's winter
Blue Winter Winter uses all the blues there are.One shade of blue for water, one for ice,Another blue for shadows over snow.The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice-Both different blues. And hills row after rowAre colored blue according to how for.You know the bluejay's double-blur deviceShows best when there are no green leaves to show.And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star. - Robert Francis -
happyyyyy holidays ;-)))))))
just to wish you the Best in this seasonand send my magic ;-)))))))))))))))))i want to warm the hearts of all peoplein prison, homeless, forgotten by the wars,so, i made myself in clown for you .....
love and light to All !!!meselfportrait .....
Hold on to what is good,Even if it's a handful of earth.Hold on to what you believe,Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.Hold on to what you must do,Even if it's a long way from here.Hold on to your life, Even if it's easier to let go.Hold on to my hand,Even if someday I'll be gone away from you.- A Pueblo Indian Prayer -
my day
today is my day .....
i don’t celebrate it anymore but brother James gave me this cake .....
this is the saddest month of my year and i know
what is now is not tomorrow !!!
i love you, Baby !!! tecihila, Mita Cante !!!
it's your birthday, Mom !!!
it’s your birthday, Mom !!!
we shared always this day like birds landing in our hands,no tears that time just smiles, fragile touches within this cold day of december, remember ???
i love and miss you sooooo much, Mom !!!
Mother took me this photo in may 1995 .....
i am just giving you all wild flowers of my heart, the ones you loved more !!! forever !!!
© luisa brehm
rain of tears
© luisa brehm
RacesYou are a BrotherAnd a SisterIn the colors of LifeSome people believeThey are racesHuman racesWhatever that may beRaces are for runningThe competitive edgeDistrust and confusionLeaving alterationsIn innocent facesWe are natural LifeA part of Mother Earth's designA blending of colors
To make the differenceIn the teaching of meaningsWe are colorsin the family of Life- John Trudell -
my brother is here ;-)))))))
my little brother is here at home with me ;-)))))))))))
we are really happy, see .....it was a long travel through lives across the seas !!!
and of course i cannot work .....
little brother is playing with my puppets all time ;-)))))))))))))))
to see James photosArt just click click
my ground
© luisa brehmjust to wish my brother a happyyyyy travel ;-)))))))))))you'll rejoice here in this ground !!!till tomorrow .....
December Night The cold slope is standing in darknessBut the south of the trees is dry to the touchThe heavy limbs climb into the moonlight bearing feathersI came to watch theseWhite plants older at nightThe oldestCome first to the ruinsAnd I hear magpies kept awake by the moonThe water flows through itsOwn fingers without endTonight once moreI find a single prayer and it is not for men
- W. S. Merwin -