If you get bored you renouncing everyday life, sit alone in the large window in front of which, like the tide, constantly moving crowd passing, after a few moments you will be drawn into the pleasure of contemplation and mentally merge with moving this variety. You will not help to learn, with the speed, which is given only excitation, these momentarily appearing to immediately hide familiar strangers.
In a fleeting smile, in random movements, flashed profiles you guess the hidden dramas and novels, and the more you look, the more you will be drawn invisible life of the obvious appearance, and all these ghosts, who feel that they live in, appear to you only as a moving fabric as the creation of your own dreams.
They all finally merge into a common stream managed by your thoughts, and by taking the beauty and complexity of your soul, you form an indivisible whole, the radii of the center. The world will be a phantasmagoria created you because you take too long, and gazed at the inexhaustible flow of people, sitting lonely in the big window. - (Konstantin Balmont elementary parti- words of symbolic poetry)
Loved the wrong, I do not live with that,
And life shipshape suit stitched.
Wearing - not a bad cut:
Shoulders too tight, the flaws are hidden.
But the image in the mirror of a stranger,
And lead wool presses for shoulders.
And stoop and patient
The icon light candles.
Battened down in life for all locks
Suit has affinity with me.
I used to break his vice ...
But no - he's everything he wanted.
He reigns, and all around
Is subject to its laws:
Compressed vicious circle
Well, I was deceived with a style.
@ NikVan
Eleanor Ettinger Gallery
Red Rag Gallery
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