tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25050937021232555972011-04-23T10:48:33.540-07:00<br>Look at the stars, look how they shine for you... -Coldplay<br>Rebecca Tacosa Gray-Sterling Parkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14644964236629565672noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505093702123255597.post-28523873353746385002008-11-03T19:55:00.001-08:002008-11-03T19:55:43.679-08:00<br><br />©2008 Rebecca Tacosa Gray<br /><br />Copyright of this evening's events:<br /><br />"Even in spite of the events, they are still loved."<br /><br />Gown of Stars, with names. "Everyone's names on it?"<br /><br />Illegal putting of being up, rather than leaving down.<br /><br />The door, an event, not a good thing.<br /><br />Giving necklaces to my daughter Isabel and my Mother, Aggie, with hearts torn from paper inside. <br /><br />Battles, in my Mother Aggie's house.<br /><br />Two males from the European Pantheon permanently rejected for their dishonor (jsc).<br /><br />The "lies" to important people in Europe about a female (whom they stuck with a male who was looking for someone just because they can "actually see" the female.)<br /><br />Women permanently absent.Period.<br /><br />©2008 Rebecca Tacosa Gray<br /><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505093702123255597-2852387335374638500?l=unelettresdunange.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rebecca Tacosa Gray-Sterling Parkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14644964236629565672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505093702123255597.post-12935591204622828392007-09-09T18:03:00.000-07:002008-12-08T16:19:31.376-08:00<br><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rAzfZt-SOXY/RuRYhPcoB3I/AAAAAAAAANY/G7BVGWfAmQo/s1600-h/Universe.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rAzfZt-SOXY/RuRYhPcoB3I/AAAAAAAAANY/G7BVGWfAmQo/s400/Universe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108305205450508146" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><strong>A PRAYER TO THE ARCHANGEL ST. URIEL<br /><br /><em>Beautiful Angel, Fire of God, you are the taste in the flame of life. Bring fire to our blood, that we may know beauty. Bring warmth to our soul, that we may find warmth in the arms of True God. For you are the Heart as the Heart is spoken, you are the Torch Life has placed in our hands. Hold us, that our tongues may speak the language of love, the true heartbeat within our lives.</em><br /><br />-Rebecca Tacosa Gray, written Sunday, September 10, 2007, 5:48 P.M.</strong><br /><br />________________________________________________<br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Painting:<br /><em></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Universe</span></em>: Watercolor & Gouache on Arches Watercolor Paper<br />Copyright August 2006, Rebecca Tacosa Gray<br />In the Collection of Steve Groves, United Kingdom</span> </strong></span><br /><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505093702123255597-1293559120462282839?l=unelettresdunange.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rebecca Tacosa Gray-Sterling Parkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14644964236629565672noreply@blogger.com1