Author of quotes: Marina Matisse. Page 3

I'm a panther in captivity.
Who would help destroy my walls?
No one grants a slave his liberty.
Come and take what's truly yours.
I'm a Panther, trapped in captivity
Who will help me to destroy my walls?
No one gives freedom to a slave.
Go and get yourself something that is rightfully yours.

I have never been overseas.
On the other end of his spaces
Where at sunset all who with heart torn,
Night angels sing romance.
Where there are no problems, no troubles. Where people are fed.
Where neither thieves, nor Cain, nor judges.
Where unbearably painful burden of life -
Legend, a relic of Katara.
I see this life, it's real.
The taste of wine and a light trail of perfume...
Like the shore, but the waters crystal clear,
With vast carpets of flowers..
On that end, paradoxically,
Sat a girl, dreaming...

My everyday boredom
come in without knocking.
Put paws on your shoulders,
hand out the canister
From the acrid thoughts, memories,
phrases from meetings.
Slyly grins, reveling in
the demotivation.
Touches of sugary trivial
the verbal portrait.
Verses to call in rhyme
and titles, titles...
Blank walls and curtains
the bed of the Princess.
Devastated Palace abandoned,
though it was luxurious.
With the loops removed hard doors
to him the key was lost.
And we as a bundle from the keys:
Draw
Nobody.

It's time to start faking it.
Veiling taffeta mirror
Distortion of prostration.
And lie to the question "How are you?"
That my soul is calm,
A body trembles with love.
They pay very decently.
The days of fun my.
That I drink coffee black only
And dark like chocolate.
No more worries
That was half a year ago.
It's time to start faking it...
I now mask as armor.
Store, what else is left
From the still alive me.
And if he again asks,
I only smile in response.
Who can ever throw.
And here there are no exceptions.

My will crucified, neutralize
Vigilance
Again make believe in
The purest sincerity.
A minefield would have approached me
Amazing
To walk in night.

Why awareness of the importance of life, people sometimes need to see death?

The answer is always simple and becomes apparent once recognize him.

- I think I'm starting to look older. Young adult a person becomes.
- Is that bad?
- Well of course! People looking at me, expecting me to do the things which I am morally not ready yet.

Pass by individuals, touches the constellations...
Distributing minutes as booklets in the metro,
We are quietly once everywhere
Live by the simple principle of dominoes.
On the shoulders of excuses, like a Cape.
And somehow imperceptibly for myself
We make the first error
And quietly hiding her somewhere in the bins
Fall in love, get used to it and forget.
And close off the section "nowhere"...
What's the point to explain to ordinary people
As a vulnerable and sensitive soul?
Accidentally nasarapan forever
Nasazhivanii wounds on his chest.
Safer keeping checks,
Than conscience, that the life we carry.
Having spent in vain thoughtlessly and foolishly
Hours, weeks, months, years,
Less notice in fragments,
By what path we stopped here.
And what an excellent Carmine of the sunset..
About it hearing only ear edge,
The silent severity of forgetfulness lamps,
We imperceptibly die.

Before our birth we were only a fraction of the code archived in different databases. Only a tiny probability of chance opportunities, one in a million to be born and then meet to touch each other and go crazy from pleasure.

Music, art is the lens through which I look at the world with interest. Without it, our existence becomes empty.

I outlined in pencil thus our brightest moments, among whom were also captured, and the evening in Old Joe: I illustrated musicians, trying to show via colored diagonal lines of the dynamics of their movement and vibration of the sound tools bar, which has become one tonight one. In the lower right corner - barely noticeable my face as witness of this amazing episode. Filled it the rest of the figure was probably quite schematically, as crokes. I liked this combination image. As if all that was happening around it - timeless, beautiful. Crokes was also used for the transmission of moving subject, which is not posing and not sitting on the ground. He is elusive and dynamic. So depict wild cats before jumping, flying hair in the wind, a small child... he's here Now, and a minute later a very different place, a different position, with different emotions, new experiences. That's exactly what I now felt, it was like this I would like to see yourself. Moving, growing, living.

From this very moment that seemed to be my existence on this planet has become conscious in real life, full of expression and lightness, of romance in every detail, deep, alive meaning in every moment. In me have energy to live. And at the same time, my being had enough power to break the magnetic attraction which attracted me to one person who gave me this extraordinary, matching, on-philosophically complex sense of sverity.

I was overwhelmed with feeling like he and I - we were isolated points of two huge rotating orbits floating in different time Parallels the multiverse through various alternate reality. And at the time of their next drive, these orbits together is just in our points, and our reality has found the perfect balance, motionless on this coordinate. Everything was as it always was meant to be: this was the Nirvana of life on earth.