The heart speaks in the stones of a cobble. There is no such thing as the loneliness. Just look underfoot. Multitude of portraits disguise as the scattered stones. If you wish to read their story, click on what next? please.
The artists are free despite the situation they live in because the fine arts are not costly things but personal attitude towards eternity.
Reading always puts me under a charm. Each verse give birth to a question – any word growths up a mystery, and each single letter may hide either a key, or the trap in case we dare to try to translate any phrase literally. Just think, the question “what next?” compose my whole day since the ABC-book was opened. That has happened at my fifth anniversary, yet nothing changed since then. As I was 5 years of age, my beloved storybooks transformed my room into the dreamland, and I inflamed with desire to know “and what then?” while listening at the storyteller . Today didn’t made anything clearer. I still am guessing, what next?
Where are the tales today?