CITYSCAPE PHOTOGRAPHY/ART

The sky is pregnant with May rain. In a moment she will be shedding pearly tears. Did she cry, with unearthly beauty there will be sunshine. And the gray will blur like with a brush. Sky blue eyes with a feather will shade chirping sparrows under the tuning fork sonorous of a bee. The grasses will shine green - a kaleidoscope of gentle resed. It will dress the rainbow with pastel colors its ethereal spring power. And it's so breathy that I want it a piece of heaven to keep in my pocket. Drops of May rain - goldfish ripen in May's womb.

My life is a little wheel in the clock of time great And the trembling of the strong heart, throbbing under my left shoulder. My life is the sun disc, rising on a clear morning in the open. Human destiny, happiness and risk in a planet of billions of people. My life - love, dreams and laughter. What I believe and believe in and for which I longed day and night, and I love him more and more insatiably. My life - my good children, dear father's home, mother's vows! My life - dust from the world... A prayer mark in undying memory.

Unknown roads, unknown streets dreams draw, secret corners - somewhere in the days gone by my childhood days dance wildly. They are purer than lily tears, brighter than sunbeams, warmer than the fireplace in a country room, cozy as a mother's womb. Days pass, years fly by and the memories come without asking. They embrace us with the arms of a child. How warm it is there, child's heart! And how easy, how simple it is to believe, to have wings... Children measure with love, with a small berry, the sun shines in their childhood. Why do we need to grow up?! And to be boring, and to grow up! We are very happy, aren't we? as long as we still keep childhood dreams!