Where I is the light, the light where it is
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Nikolai Kasaktkin
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Karl Lemoh
19 th century in times of poverty, suffering
yaşanıoyordu. Poverty, suffering the correct reading of Russian
the great works of artists of a divine consolation
As agreed.
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Christmas Fortune-Nikolay Pimenenko
Hold on to the future, the future of knowledge to people
How much heyecanlandırıp, inner frenzy of the moment
turning a great presence. Or that moment? ...
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Ilya Repin
Artists for the art of freedom, their bodies numb
have to wake up. Who knows what the big
There was hope in the land of miserable despair visited arm ...
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Love that embraces the universe, the earth (Mexico)
Frida Kahlo
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Classical art of Diego Rivera, Mexico
WHERE THE LIGHT IS
Oldies, old fathers, "wake up before dawn, work koyulacaksın" was compiled. You will see the dawning moment of twilight. Face to the east, facing in all directions of the mind. Not afraid of the East, as in the West intoxication kapılmayacaksın ...
One morning, exactly at the twilight dawn approached I started to walk towards the east. Silhouettes of people wandering around going to work only sporadically. A few, like me, were moving quietly yürüyüşçüsü morning along the cord. Ends at dawn, beginning at dawn. The eastern side of the light opened into the universe began. Great artist canvas was about to open ...
What a great table! The huge canvas head, seemed to have the tip. Sağınızın, solunuzun, plan ahead what you see in the skyline, I know this is a much larger canvas. My walk to the east, a few steps ibaretken seconds, a second in the world, receives a clock speed of thought. What a wonderful place full speed ... could not find in your own world of our momentum, iron atamamışken virtues of humanity, I felt the excitement of the world reach frightening velocity.
Meters and 100 thousand pounds per hour passing through the cycle of reach of our world, our world is located in the galaxy to know that people in a terrible way to quickly show people doing a great scary. My brain, with the vast universe, love dancing, my eyes, "stop and look at this magnificent view," he said.
East toward dawn söküyordu. Where there is light, ışıksızlık kovalanıp, colors, paints a picture of his great love. Sky, the canvas was, the light has fallen into the role of the artist. Knowing the background of the canvas infinity; muhteşemliğe people annexed in a separate mystery.
Shades of blue and other colors had been intertwined. Superior to what color, what color the other master is not clear. Efendiliği human beings, so mixed that the lord, master, what seems, used slaves, whereas those of a slave to the master, the master became king. Mastery in the same colors, such as nested geçmişliği intertwined. Started a large canvas painted under the name of Democracy, the colors make up the canvas, the artist name in the hands of the managers believed the victim the victim will be the envy of ceremonies ...
Blue, laciverdin, red, pink, yellow, black dancing was amazing. Oddly enough the Brilliance of the world is experiencing every morning at dawn. Artists on the canvas in the same place even though the landscape is always different ... the light starting to show up in the dark. First, a large black mountains, dark blue, red turns. Forever in a flowing sea and sea-colored objects in the blast. A forest, a flower, a huge mountain, forever flowing river, the light is changing the landscape seem to be everywhere.
At dawn the light where you will receive as a reward equivalent to navigate. Light, no power, evil, cambazlığın every morning without the influence of different games, demonstrations, is born. Rise, painting, play games, the most important duty of the light. Light believed, with the authors of this game images with poems, stories. Believed to light; religions of being the best productivity learned before. They were not good to be good. To receive the award were not good. Süzdükleri light bodies of kindness, his enthusiasm for goodness büyüttükleri are fine ...
Where there is light tan ağrır, dawn out. Nightingale sings, sea, beach lick, boats, smoke is the sound of the darkness of twilight.
Circumnavigation thrive where there is light again, begins to roll again. Where there is darkness, light wise men calls out, darkness, despite all the pressure of the sound are, are light.
Shams says, calling from beyond the centuries since, what you do, O Muslims? I am not recognize myself. What Hıristiyan'ım, neither Jew nor infidel, nor Muslim. What doğudanım, nor west, neither earth nor sea. What products of nature, of what go around, what the fire!
When Adam, nor Eve, what in Aden, what Rizvan'dan. My place undue body or soul. What is the body, what is the soul, the spirit of the beloved I belong. I saw that I had to take a duality of both worlds.
Shams, the light from the place where the lights saçmış, centuries ago, misty, mysterious despite karanlıklarına. Actually, that is not afraid of darkness itself. In the dark is scary karaltılardır.
Darkness is not itself oyalayan people. On the contrary, dark, light up the colors of all living things is useful. Safe was not falling in the dark, the darkness in the karaltılardır. Because ever since they did not like this karaltılar there is light ...
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