Paintings from old Plovdiv

Silent Beasts dinners and days, in which someone should to leave - spirit not reached ... Outcast, you go, on a paddle and rain he roared. Hello and goodbye! - this is parable for the fragile but impossible happiness. The Lord cries in its blue, his call to wisdom is universal. But they come with her the notes gloom and from their ring who can hide? Anything else someone has given away - called it will be predmge. For postmagic free worlds whether or not will there be strength? Disagreeable is and where and how shall you receive, once every peak you go upstairs. What tip here? What kind of victory here? The wings permanently look for the dryer.

Paintings draw my mind pictures of sunset, dawn. And my spirit in them still your smile is good. And I stare with desperation in the view colorful and fresh. I'm dreaming at last there to notice you. But you do not have - You are still undefined. In my soul a big hole and so much hurt ...