Thursday, 19 July 2018

Poetry and painting, color and the word, are brothers, you know ;))


How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known? 
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter...
Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.
Please, tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?!

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You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...