Discovery. An American artist who draws and paints beautiful dolls and animals, between the nightmare and fairy tale. A little 'Alice in Wonderland. A little 'Goya The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters. His name is Mark Ryden and this is his site: http://www.markryden.com
I absolutely want to monetize the discovery and carry me home ... at least the book. In the meantime, study the details of the works. Because behind every scene there are a myriad of messages. Thanks to Emilia. Still too far.
"we can no longer feel" "perhaps you noticed, but we're already there feeling " " and then we can not think about it. I feel guilty if you think " " I do not think you think of me. And, anyway, that I got to do with this? "
But perhaps beside the point. Because maybe it's just me I have to stop thinking about it. Stop pretending a parallel life. Stop talking to ghosts and enjoy the serenity of hours. Perhaps it was this sense of call. So basically, it was a goodbye? Adios, querido hermano ...
Brother, Where Art Thou? Yeah! This is no country for old men and we do not have all burned after reading. But where are you? There'll never be? I miss you so much ... Ettiscrivoanchesenonleggeraimai not fair that I should think of you. I would like to unsubscribe. Are you sure you want to delete the file? Yes Cancel ... I can not. You saved my life and revived. I can not. Undo. Stop. ....
Saturn ... That not even know who he is Saturn. And not even know what it means to have Saturn in Opposition. My mother says I was born in a day saturnine. And that is bad to be born in one day saturnine. Ok. I believe her. But I do not know what it means and then go straight to my street, head held high, convinced that I will be done good and not evil. As in that book ... As Simone Wiel said in that book that changed my life. And will not be long one year. That all changed as he was to return. And now he is with me, as the first in a new way. And I ... I am strong. And I am not afraid. And sometimes, when through the park alone at night with my bike, I would throw myself on a lawn to test your luck and wait for events to happen. I strong ... Thinking of that sweet boy who saved my life. Found, and had lost. Lost twice. The second to realize that we never belonged except for those fleeting moments of the nights of May. When everything was crazy and I hung up circling in the clear sky in a balloon in New York. But this is a delusion. And my life is now normal, normal again. I wanted. Like a dream I last year. What is inside? Force. And the awareness that happiness lasts for a moment. And the rest can be pain. Or serenity. I have the peace of mind. The happiness which has nothing rational and understandable, is hanging on to the balloon to circle the clear sky of New York. As in the dream. dreams And there were many. dreams real. Dreams of the night. Dreams of spring. Listening songs. His songs. And my songs. His message might be. Mine are just a game. The music sometimes I have it inside. Other times, it sounds muted. And it's not hear that makes me feel alive. speak with short messages. SMS thoughts. Hoping that someone understands. But in the end what matter who you know? I just want to meet him again. But I do not know if after all that I went through after I got what I wanted, I do not know if I can still ask something. And Cats closed the books are silent. For weeks and months. You can not always expect. Sometimes you just have to quiet down. And wait. What makes his life around. Sooner or later it will come back again. It will be sorrow and happiness. But for now ... I must have enough happiness! This is for Duck. And the reindeer Apple Peel.
