In life we have to choose...
Faith, destiny, life, mortality,
to stand or to understand limits
for our own desire: capacity.
When words have meanings
And meanings have words
That are ready to be written
We scare even the all-mighty fatality.
But sometimes they dance...
Lovers choose to fight
And they are hoping to romance
The disease of a human heart.
They dance... dance with casualties...
Waiting for the time unknown
When tired with guilt, feelings
could not just grow... no more.
We need one end, not endings...
The lady-scythe is drawing
the punishment of dancing...
when you stop... there is just one painting.
Imagine artistică: pictor Claudia Frînculescu, tablou tematic - "Tango" - expoziţie ce se regăseşte în cadrul Cercului Armatei Bucureşti; orar de vizitare 12-18 pâna în data de 20 martie 2011- intrare liberă; preţ estimativ tablou 8000-1200 Ron
Tablou fotografiat de către Mitrea Mihai, sursă foto: www.soim.ro





3 comentarii:
romance
The disease of a humat heart.
:)
The life we choose
The people we meet...
The things we do for love...
tu ai scris-o? :-?
omg cat de superba e...iar poza nu mai zic:X:X:X:X:X
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