SHE'S !...Goddess of Wisdom...

Sophia!
You of the whirling wings,
circling, encompassing energy of God:
you quicken the world in your clasp.
One wing soars in heaven,
one wing sweeps the earth,
and the third flies all around us.
Praise to Sophia!
Let all the earth praise her!
-Hildegard of Bingen.

"WE LIVE NOT ACCORDING TO REASON BUT ACCORDING TO F A S H I O N" SÉNECA.

Fashion is made to become unfashionable.
-- Coco Chanel

MY COCO CHANEL, by SlimCutta

"Sweet like rich chocolate from godiva...
Running off my tongue like syrupy strawberry drippings...
My Coco Chanel...a special blend...

Her inevitable eyes of African Queens from before...
Live in her soul made of the Nile...
East African bloodines...her richness flows evenly...
Through her skin of brown and caramel...
Deep but yet purer than the diamonds...
Mined in the various parts of her appendages...
She delicately smiles...only pearls are her teeth...
My Coco Chanel...a special blend...

Dreaddlocked...braided...long flowing...
Strands of black and brown...
Shoot from her roots of her scalp...
Binding her so pertinently as Samson was...
House flass shaped and hips being rotated...
Delivering a full 360 Degrees of interpretation...
Legs long like the coast of the dark continent...
Rigid in places of security...Smooth in places of purity...
My Coco Chanel...a special blend...

Feet cute as a button made from the dark ivory...
Sun  ablazoned its tattoed color of truth...Black...
Hands and fingers...tailored made by the hard work in the fields of beauty...
Chest contoured for the betterment of her off seed...and beings to be...
Understanding her spine and back belonging to carry them also...
My Coco Chanel...a special blend...

Delving into the mental aspects of a woman made right...
Sensing the wonders of a Queen to be adored...
Delicacy is pushed aside as independence is lured in front...
The parts of her thoughts they belong to the world...
Are public display...
While her private mental playground...
Is left for those to charter...
Such as the first visitors to Africa...
Claming savages and dark jungles...
While they never lit a candle to is intelligence..."

LETTERE di AMORE.

To Robert Browning:

And now listen to me in turn. You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything....

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)

CHAT NOIR...avec...G L A M O U R !!! DAS MODELL

CIN' amorando...remembering...Sophia!

POÉTES!...VOS PAPIERS!!!...FROM THE PRINCESS...LADY SOPHIA!!!

Sweet and Low
from The Princess

SWEET and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

CHAT NOIR...AVEC...

夢ぢには あしもやすめず かよへども うつつにひとめ 見しごとはあらず

yumeji ni wa ashi mo yasumezu kayoedomo utsutsu ni hitome mishigoto wa arazu