- I wish I could draw. The magic of colors on paper enchants me. You're thoughts can be image, emotion is expressed, words become eyes sparkling. I do not know if you learn to paint, or if you have to have some talent. Somewhere I read that there is a plan to obey the rules and can be made by everyone, but it seems colorless, tasteless ... art does not fit into boxes ... but I have to get back to my routine and my box now. So perhaps I could never paint ...
-Good question...nobody asked me somthing like that before. I would like to be able to dance ballet. Whole body mounted on the tip and moving hands giving a picture that creates emotion, experience joy. Listen to a music so fabulous, otherworldly and clothe with emotion, feelings that you have, you create ... I think that my own feelings were lost somewhere in the passage of years. So perhaps I could never dance ..
- Death? It is far from me. I do not know what to answer. I would like to be able to write whatever I think. Write for hours and read them sometime. To spend my ideas, my feelings, my experiences in another, and another and another and from there to eternity, vanity right? So perhaps I never could write ...
-Good question...nobody asked me somthing like that before. I would like to be able to dance ballet. Whole body mounted on the tip and moving hands giving a picture that creates emotion, experience joy. Listen to a music so fabulous, otherworldly and clothe with emotion, feelings that you have, you create ... I think that my own feelings were lost somewhere in the passage of years. So perhaps I could never dance ..
- Death? It is far from me. I do not know what to answer. I would like to be able to write whatever I think. Write for hours and read them sometime. To spend my ideas, my feelings, my experiences in another, and another and another and from there to eternity, vanity right? So perhaps I never could write ...
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