sounds [Theme]
Organ.
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Viker 14-03-2024 / 15:37
The noise of the coffee machine, the rustling of beans - these sounds make you listen and once again be convinced that life is made up of such little things. And I just smiled. Sincerely and warmly, because my soul felt incredibly good. Your favorite music is playing in your headphones, scalding coffee is in your cup, and the sun's rays are breaking through the panoramic windows, tickling your eyelashes and gently touching your face. And if you look up at the sky, you can see incredible blueness, captivating and reminiscent of the imminent arrival of warmth and colorful sunsets.
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Viker 13-03-2024 / 11:16
Dawn is a miracle of the birth of the sun to the sounds of the awakening city and a cup of aromatic coffee...
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Viker 13-03-2024 / 11:15
At that moment, when you are completely exhausted, and the heaviness falls into every cell of your mind and body, like sticky cotton candy, at that moment you can try to retire, just close your eyes and imagine your home. Your inner home. At first you will see a lot of people and a lot of fuss around, leave only the most dear ones, look each of them in the eyes and go beyond the space. And now you can safely imagine what you see around you: meadows or fields, or maybe it will be a damp dark forest. Choose yours, what is close and responds, feel the mood of the weather, feel the wind, aromas, sounds and continue walking, acutely absorbing everything. You will see a house ahead. Imagine what it will be like, what the doors and windows will be like. And what color are they? Touch and feel the structure with your hand, open the doors and go inside. Now slowly begin to explore everything that you see there, what is truly yours, and what is it like, how many rooms are there, is there furniture there, and what objects are in it, how the rays of light fall, are there aromas, are there sounds heard, what is the house filled with , what is in plain sight and what is hidden from view. Walk slowly, slowly, through the entire space, merge with it, remember yourself as a little person, remember what you dreamed about, what stories you were replaying in your head, whether there is anything left from your wonderful childhood. Fill your home with what you need, remove everything unnecessary. Stay in this state, feel the sun breaking through the windows, the warmth of the walls, that coziness, peace and quiet that you need, remember this, breathe in, fill up and you can slowly return to reality. And this will be a completely different reality...
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MegaMozg 05-02-2024 / 18:15
My car
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Viker 18-12-2023 / 10:47
December is about a huge box of tangerines, about scorching coffee in the winter frost or thick aromatic chocolate somewhere in a quiet cozy cafe, about a piece of lemon pie there, about the velvety voice of Frank Sinatra, about the exciting sounds of a saxophone, about good New Year's comedies and a touching black and white movie, it’s about vintage Christmas cards, about long evenings of sincere heartfelt conversations, leisurely, like falling snow, and warming much more than hot tea, woolen sweaters and the warm light of light bulbs, it’s about the magical atmosphere of the holiday all month long , this is about the pleasant goosebumps from the long-awaited anticipation of happiness, hope and faith, this is about the New Year's bustle that will quickly spin and December will fly by in an instant. The main thing is to enjoy every day you live, drink it without spilling it. Let it penetrate our hearts. And December will definitely give you a beautiful fairy tale, even if we stopped believing in it as a child.
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Viker 18-12-2023 / 10:34
Having reached the Kulumbe River, I sat down on a stone and began to listen to the quiet, whispering sounds that always fill the taiga during twilight hours. The vast ocean, the sleepy land and the deep dark sky with millions of unknown stars seemed equally majestic.
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Viker 07-12-2023 / 11:51
The night did not want to end. She craved... More... And more... She accepted, absorbed... Greedily swallowed the impatient streams, opening up ever wider towards the elements, which seemed to be about to swallow her all... Subdue her to her will.. It will turn with water... But the sky was not hungry, it was seeking... The sky was looking for tactility... Contact.... , of an ephemeral structure... The sky was swallowed up, but it did not absorb... It dissolved... With every drop it acquired grace, with every cell... realizing that it would no longer be the same, because, no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to forget that a feeling of paradise that the infinite Mother Earth bestowed on his nerve endings (drops) ....
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MegaMozg 06-07-2023 / 23:27
In a city unpaved, dusty, dirty and dark - in a city where there were many street nasty boys and few schools - in a city where poor women happened to give birth on the streets - in a city where they broke down the old walls of a famous fortress in history, in order to get bricks for the construction of new houses - in a city where at night hooligans raged on the crowded streets, and on the outskirts the dwellings of the townsfolk were freely robbed to the loud sounds of rattles in the hands of drowsy night watchmen - in this half-wild city for honored guests and authorities who had gathered from everywhere celebrations and feasts were arranged, which no one needed, and they generously spent money on this empty and stupid undertaking, which was not enough for schools and hospitals.
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MegaMozg 28-06-2023 / 07:12
Mentally torment with you!
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MegaMozg 22-06-2023 / 14:51
- Well, what's wrong with that? Extinction is just one form of change.
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Viker 20-06-2023 / 09:07
Lilac. Time. Floating in purple mist. Time of fairy tales of the Countess de Segur. Purple haze time. Everything breathes clouds and aromas of lilacs. And at the feet of the trees carpets of lilies of the valley spread! Voloshba is everywhere. Good, light. The air is saturated with it. I breathe for the future. In the corners of the most secret hearts and souls I collect pictures, smells, sounds. For long and gloomy winters, for difficult moments. My medicine. My incredible May. I am writing pages about you in the book of my life.
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MegaMozg 21-05-2023 / 03:12
We will wake up this world to the sound of magical notes, to the dance of the first rays of the sun, to the spray of raindrops, and smile at yesterday, covered with a trail of the warmest memories...
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MegaMozg 28-04-2023 / 22:48
In the morning I spend my girlfriend - sadness and quietly smile, meeting a new day ...
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MegaMozg 28-04-2023 / 22:36
Appreciating the kindness of a person is like taking care of a wonderful houseplant that pleases a person with its delicate, bright, refined aroma. When a person feels it, he seems to be on an interesting vacation on the beach, where he hears the beautiful sounds of the surf and enjoys it.
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MegaMozg 13-04-2023 / 14:33