Way of life?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Ik weet nog niet precies hoe ik dit schilderij wil noemen maar het is iets in de trant van " Way of life", misschien "Tree of life". Omdat de boom/takken (groen) de hoofdpaden van het leven zijn en blaadjes (blauw) de keuzes en vriendschappen. Ook vanwege de groei en ontwikkeling die je in je leven maakt.  

Helaas zijn aan de linker kant wat "blaadjes" die mislukt zijn, die het beeld misschien verstoren, maar ach ook in het leven gaat er wel eens wat mis.  

Het is ook nog wel een beetje een simpel schilderij, maar ja je moet ergens beginnen  

De foto is ook nog niet echt duidelijk, misschien morgen even nieuwe foto proberen.  

 

 

 

We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me

 

 

Pink - "Dear Mr. President" feat. Indigo Girls   (muziek:klik hier)

 

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

 

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

 

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?