taste [Theme] Page 4

What do we have now? TV, which "drive" the music that seems to be the music of television bosses? They simply "adjust" it to their taste (brought up in our schools) and impose it on millions. There is such a feeling (yes, no! already a conviction!) that there is a purposeful brainwashing of the people by broadcasting the same thing on all channels - no, not music, but its rhythmic surrogate. To this “pop music” (what an idiotic, primitive word, but very often used now) it’s good to dance and twitch, but not from morning to evening - you have to work sometime. “The soul is obliged to work,” the poet said wonderfully. And it is the classics that make the soul work, educate and enlighten it, or rather, enlighten it ... Melody! Where can you find it in this noise stream pouring through the ether?

Child, this is your poem.

“Slim needs company, and I need a new shmoo.”

- It can be compared to a meal at which we drink a glass of poison. It has a sweet and refined taste... And there are two outcomes... Some people have immunity, while others do not.

Magic is different. Black or white, classic. Black and white, like an old TV, colored and angry, like the feverish delirium of a child who has eaten too many colors. In general, for every taste. But the strongest, that, real magic has one distinctive property. It is completely invisible until it disappears.

I don't know anything better than plain country food.

But it will also be difficult to forget.

Slaves are deliberately given drop by drop of freedom - so they taste, but do not quench their thirst.

The taste of life depends on the thoughts you think

- But still, revenge tastes sweeter than honey.

try all the seasonal joys: bake fragrant ruddy apples with honey and cinnamon, make yourself chamomile tea or cook cocoa with almond crumbs. walk through the park, whipping up a hurricane of rustling leaves, wrap yourself in blankets and warm hugs, arranging a movie marathon with good autumn films. burn candles, get warm sweaters, decorate the house with love. remember all the synonyms for the word warm and taste each of them. And be sure to remember what an amazing time of the year - autumn.

Old age does not exist. At least there is no continuous pangs of old age at the end of life: every year we, like trees, experience bouts of old age. We lose foliage, clarity of spirit, taste for life. Then everything comes back. Not just: childhood, maturity, old age. We have our own seasons several times in our lives, but their change is elusive for us: it is not natural.

And I know that I myself unconsciously contributed to this, because conformism was instilled from the cradle - and this became my usual style of behavior, while it was necessary to strive for assertiveness.

They will read it on a dry cross.