To see a picture means to love, to hear its colors. Gratitude for what you have is the key to the Castle of Happiness. Colors combine the various problems of today with the spiritual values of the people and thus embody the latter in solving human dilemmas.
My diary was turned into the Arthiker blog by this thought. At least I was healed by it. Of course, that happened only thanks to you – due to your feedback about my sighs that reminded me of the power of art to save people by directing them to the light. Poetry, like any art, blooms but blooms only in the beds of your commentary.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery writes: “Condemning yourself is a lot harder than judging others. If you can judge yourself well, it will show that you are a real wise person.” Who wouldn’t want to be wise! Therefore I got out of bed and created my WordPress.com account. That’s why you see “a ..”, “b …” on your computer screens now, and guess, what’s going on here, right?
My eyes disappear in the bookshelf. Baron Munchausen, Dante’s Divine Comedy – all sorts of names flash, including Antoine de Saint-Exépery’s “Citadel”. “Time is not an hourglass that uses sand, but a cutter that binds the foot.” Maybe my account too will appear on someone’s bookshelf one day.
Are you more afraid of information from a TV reviewer, or sleeping near a snoring one?
“The world is a dangerous place. Not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing”. – Albert Einstein
The survivors will flourish again, and the earth will be renewed again.
Will you be among them?
Mothers call children miracles, but if someone calls themselves that, it is already disgusting … However, I think I am entitled to such a title because … I was born twice. The surgeon said after the first head surgery:
Well, Tom, you are now at least twenty years older than what is written in your passport. So, dates will be my only tombstone mistake
the pavement of the old town looked nice, but it was very difficult to go. anyway, now i’m happy for those troubles because I had to watch closely where I put my feet. That is why I saw the eyes looking at me from the pavement . Already the raised leg stagnates in the air. Would I dare to set my foot upon the stranger? I just couldn’t step on that unknown face . Therefore I took a picture of him and share it with you as a reminder “Be more attentive. The Earth Speaks . It Lives “
Visual thinking is always a slogan worth reflecting on.
While walking down a street in a search of self, I run into a wall by recognizing self in a plasterboard that sat me back in an awe . – Do you talk to me? – I questioned the wall. The eyeshot was silent like a mirror, and the mirrors never lie .
I live on a disability pension which allows me to savour only a slice of bread. So my creativity depends on your support. If you like my works, please enable me to continue artistic activity, send your donations to:
The artists are free despite the situation they live in because the fine arts are not costly things but personal attitude towards eternity.
The wish to share the heart is not it’s sharing out of itself. A dream demands two-way action, yet it was not in vain in my case. Wish of sharing enabled me to open the archives and thus to remind “sad portrait” on above…There were lots of yellow sand and the amber seashore – my footprints were everywhere there… Was and were – past tense is a key to the sadness of the yellow portrait, the situation comprehension points to the way out of the current mess and thus makes the tears into the lullaby worthy the sharing.