Melody's Musings

Stuff that catches my fancy and random, sorted thoughts from the inner scrambles of my mind.

What you may expect to find here are what I consider good taste and some of the best in photography, philosophy, humor, art, architecture, food, music, poetry, literature and dance. I hope you like some of the things I enjoy.

I like anything to do with good design such as interior design, architecture, photography, and art. I enjoy philosophy and psychology. I love to figure out what makes individuals tick. Music of most all types but particularly classical, world, pop, acoustic guitar is a big part of my life and add some dance to the music and my day is great! I like to write and occasionally I will write poetry and I really love to read it out loud and I even record it sometimes.

I'm a Myers-Briggs type ENFJ which means I love people and have a great interest in them.

I guess you could say I'm a humanities kind of person. :)







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    Sometimes I feel that a tree germinates in my interior. His roots, like arteries, cover all my body becoming strong of the place to which I belong. The heart, like mature fruit, offers to be savored as drop of honey that slips for the lips. My thoughts, like sheets to the wind, shake off before the wind blasts, allowing to escape someone that will dawn in other fields. Sometimes I feel that a tree germinates in my interior, and, as such, it longs for the water that it makes it bloom.-Emili Bermúdez- A veces siento que un árbol germina en mi interior. Sus raíces, como arterias, recorren todo mi cuerpo afianzándome al lugar al que pertenezco. El corazón, como fruta madura, se ofrece para ser saboreado como gota de miel que resbala por los labios. Mis pensamientos, como hojas al viento, se sacuden ante las ráfagas de viento, dejando escapar alguna que amanecerá en otros campos. A veces siento que un árbol germina en mi interior, y, como tal, ansía el agua que lo hace florecer. -Emili Bermúdez- photo: Boguslaww Strempel

    Sometimes I feel that a tree germinates in my interior. His roots, like arteries, cover all my body becoming strong of the place to which I belong. The heart, like mature fruit, offers to be savored as drop of honey that slips for the lips. My thoughts, like sheets to the wind, shake off before the wind blasts, allowing to escape someone that will dawn in other fields. Sometimes I feel that a tree germinates in my interior, and, as such, it longs for the water that it makes it bloom.
    -Emili Bermúdez-

    A veces siento que un árbol germina en mi interior. Sus raíces, como arterias, recorren todo mi cuerpo afianzándome al lugar al que pertenezco. El corazón, como fruta madura, se ofrece para ser saboreado como gota de miel que resbala por los labios. Mis pensamientos, como hojas al viento, se sacuden ante las ráfagas de viento, dejando escapar alguna que amanecerá en otros campos.
    A veces siento que un árbol germina en mi interior, y, como tal, ansía el agua que lo hace florecer.

    -Emili Bermúdez-

    photo: Boguslaww Strempel

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