Today, on such a cloudy day, I will write about the sunset. What each of us has the ability to observe in the second half of the day ...
Sunset - this is the second face of our inexpensive sun ... it appears late in the evening when the birds come to their nests, the people - in their homes and the... Read more
I filled my eyes with a late sunset.
In my thoughts I kept a light.
At sunset all the arrows have stopped
in circles of complete silence.
At sunset all the trees
in their souls are crying willows,
pinching the last path
with a tenderness of quiet tears.
I found my memories in time,
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I catch my tenderness in my hands
the last rays of the sun ...
He draws his path to infiniteness
and there ... behind the ridge is lost.
I love sunsets silent,
sparking sparks in my eyes ...
From my thoughts scattered
gathered all the love.
I feel the strange touch,
and it's hard to gue... Read more
Steps, steps, climb, movement. Climbing stairs as an aerobic exercise – body work. Creative ladder – the climb of which reflects the creation of the artist, the writer, the artist. It was a move for me to climb this ladder into the skeletons. From the beach by the sea to the road to continue. To... Read more
The sky is awake. And the sun has already caught its smile above the sea. The light, concentrated in a fiery yellow globe, searches for its ways of expression. In the luminous softness it envelops everything around. And to crawl ashore, where you look streaked flesh sea, between you and the sky exte... Read more
