
unknown - Leonida Frenov
When I’m in the arms of arts, as so the world doesn’t matter, as each of its elements takes care of the movements and comes to be. None of the spiritual acts care more than a few strange writing of seeing a cause as an objective: everything flows marking their own ways of what and when is to be in their proper balance of each and all traces, colors, happenings and health. It’s an inquietude feeling to survive together as the main heart does; as I am. If it falls, if it fails, if it is sorry, if it misses something, all of those will come to be what it is going to be. That’s life!
11.02.2010 – 5:00h






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