4/27/2011

bloom story

We enjoy the flowers, yet throw the withered ones to dustbin. Such is a story of a bloom - an overview of my life.

A Look at the diary creates the metaphors, brings sad smile to the eyes ...
While searching for the beauty and talking about the magic of fine arts, I looked at the garbage underfoot  and recognized myself in the ringlet- in what looked spectacularly once upon a time, but at a moment wouldn't embellish anything anymore....Is that so because of my impotency to deal with the current costs of the artistic materials?
I apologize for the questions that though worry me but have nothing to you - to our dreams about the better tomorrow. It is just art by Tomas that may end, the fine arts will bloom forever.

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