Thisbe

By Helen Gray Cone (1859 - 1934)

THE GARDEN within was shaded,
And guarded about from sight;
The fragrance flowed to the south wind,
The fountain leaped to the light.

And the street without was narrow,
And dusty, and hot, and mean;
But the bush that bore white roses,
She leaned to the fence between:

And softly she sought a crevice
In that barrier blank and tall,
And shyly she thrust out through it
Her loveliest bud of all.

And tender to touch, and gracious,
And pure as the moon’s pure shine,
The full rose paled and was perfect,—
For whose eyes, for whose lips, but mine!

Thisbe, c. 1900

Mardi Gras

Jazz de Nova Orleães.
Eh La Bas - Kid Thomas Valentine

Máscaras II

Carnavais de Trás-os-Montes e de Veneza.

Beleza Eléctrica

Horst P. Horst, Electric Beauty, 1939

Living in the mirror

The young man stepped into the hall of mirrors
Where he discovered a reflection of himself
Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass
Sometimes he saw his real face
And sometimes a stranger at his place
Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass
He fell in love with the image of himself
And suddenly the picture was distorted
Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass
He made up the person he wanted to be
And changed into a new personality
Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass
The artist is living in the mirror
With the echoes of himself
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass



Kraftwerk - The Hall of Mirrors