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Black Box of Colours
A rainbow into a black box...
Thursday, 12 March 2015
There's nothing so kingly as kindness, and nothing so royal as truth.
...no me tientes
que si nos tentamos
no nos podremos olvidar...
It seems like the older I get, the more unreal the world becomes.
Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Colours of Spring
Spring is in the air, like a cure for soul and senses.
Mystery of Spring
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed. Albert Einstein
We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.
Painting by Nature
Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.
Dark Side of Yellow
We all need to look into the dark side of our nature - that's where the energy is, the passion. People are afraid of that because it holds pieces of us we're busy denying.
Happiness is hard to recall. It's just a glow.
Losing an illusion makes you wiser than finding a truth.
The Light Within
When you possess light within, you see it externally.
The first step in forgiveness is the willingness to forgive.
Beautiful in Pink
Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.
The Yellow Queen
The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique. Walt Disney
Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.
After the Rain
Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.
Little Pink Flower
Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. Hans Christian Andersen