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Story "The Artist" Chapter 1 The Inner Voice
To Prologue of the Story "The Artist"
Sometimes you have the feeling that someone's gaze is touching your inner Self, watching you, admiring you, absorbing your emotions and movements…You don't see this look, but it seems to be floating in the air, dissecting space, merges with passing clouds, mixing with the smells of herbs, embraces you, penetrates deeper ... and you feel this sense of presence, even when no one is around…
Wednesday morning, February 21st. The cloudy sky was filled with the melody of the silence of little Japan. A wonderful place to find inner balance and Harmony for the day ahead.
Jet-black hair was falling over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Her deep green eyes were focused on the movement of her body, which seemed to touch an invisible obstacle. She was always calm and peaceful like an ocean.
Feeling relaxed sitting on the bench, I was watching her, while staring aimlessly at the sky painted by the rays of the rising sun, which was wrapped in clouds. Lost in my own thoughts and glancing at the movements of this beautiful stranger...I fell into a kind of doze
Suddenly a quiet voice whispered in my ear…
- Deep in thought?... *today is a wonderful day for contemplating yourself*
- Hi…yes…maybe…just relaxing. *A slight smile touched my lips and I straightened the hair that had fallen over my eyes. I like to contemplate myself in others.
- This is a great place for that, it seems. *She smiled back at me, and in a very strange way. She acted as if we had known each other before, but I didn't recognize her. She seemed to be waiting for me to acknowledge her.*
- It’s just where the mind and soul can be at piece.
- Exactly. I think that’s why I am drawn to it so much. Too much of that burned me out a bit here. You just looked so peaceful and gave off an amazing vibe. *Her voice was getting slower* Yes, we were friends, remember? She added. Only I was different then.…Do you remember?
Looking at her now closer and seeing the glimmer in the corner of her thoughtful eyes.
- Of course, you died then, – I said these words with confidence, which contrasted too much with the obvious peaceful reality.
- I have been looking for you. *She continued almost in a whisper.*
Link to Location Japan Tempura Island
Story "The Artist" Chapter 1 The Inner Voice
To Prologue of the Story "The Artist"
Sometimes you have the feeling that someone's gaze is touching your inner Self, watching you, admiring you, absorbing your emotions and movements…You don't see this look, but it seems to be floating in the air, dissecting space, merges with passing clouds, mixing with the smells of herbs, embraces you, penetrates deeper ... and you feel this sense of presence, even when no one is around…
Wednesday morning, February 21st. The cloudy sky was filled with the melody of the silence of little Japan. A wonderful place to find inner balance and Harmony for the day ahead.
Jet-black hair was falling over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Her deep green eyes were focused on the movement of her body, which seemed to touch an invisible obstacle. She was always calm and peaceful like an ocean.
Feeling relaxed sitting on the bench, I was watching her, while staring aimlessly at the sky painted by the rays of the rising sun, which was wrapped in clouds. Lost in my own thoughts and glancing at the movements of this beautiful stranger...I fell into a kind of doze
Suddenly a quiet voice whispered in my ear…
- Deep in thought?... *today is a wonderful day for contemplating yourself*
- Hi…yes…maybe…just relaxing. *A slight smile touched my lips and I straightened the hair that had fallen over my eyes. I like to contemplate myself in others.
- This is a great place for that, it seems. *She smiled back at me, and in a very strange way. She acted as if we had known each other before, but I didn't recognize her. She seemed to be waiting for me to acknowledge her.*
- It’s just where the mind and soul can be at piece.
- Exactly. I think that’s why I am drawn to it so much. Too much of that burned me out a bit here. You just looked so peaceful and gave off an amazing vibe. *Her voice was getting slower* Yes, we were friends, remember? She added. Only I was different then.…Do you remember?
Looking at her now closer and seeing the glimmer in the corner of her thoughtful eyes.
- Of course, you died then, – I said these words with confidence, which contrasted too much with the obvious peaceful reality.
- I have been looking for you. *She continued almost in a whisper.*
Link to Location Japan Tempura Island