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Autumn with a star in her hair looked and crept up on me,
Laughing, she ran away into the forests, followed by the fox-Kitsune.
The sun hides in fruits and grains to keep warm.
The fox shows off the embroidery on his kimono in front of him.
The house was spinning like a leaf - sit down, closer to me.
I'll tell you a fairy tale about how the Kitsune fox lives.
I can show it where the heights begin.
The fox has large eyes the color of reddish grass.
Having played with a crystal horn, the wind made its speech - and is already flying far to the ends of the earth and seas.
And you look after him, and then in a dream you see autumn in a kimono from the dawn, and behind her a kitsune fox
Do we not sometimes feel poetry, as we do not feel the smell of flowers?
We began to hide our identities under masks, trying to protect the most important thing that we have - our health,
but stopped smelling the flowers.
Yes, and trying to understand who we are - we began to read more literature, each book as a separate chapter in memory, like a notch on a tree trunk, is imprinted for the most part on our alter ego, and not on ourselves.
But flowers... we smell every smell, even from the deepest childhood, by heart: all these woody and sweet notes in the fragrance seem to remain in our memory for a lifetime.
Gaptophobia / Afenfosmophobia - fear of the touch of people around.
And hands, their fucking set,
and stretch, scour, drag,
torment, persecute, pull,
and nowhere to hide from them.
In reality and in dreams you can not escape,
do not hide yourself with a plaid of thoughts
what inspire that fear.
The past, polished to a shine, seems like, those familiar melodies, looming in the distance, sometimes appearing before the eyes, then disappearing again. Those days are full of laughter, touches, events, images and people, seem so far away and at the same time so close.
The native house, already almost erased in the fresh memory, but rooted in once experienced feelings, distant distant but sharp as a blade.
Iโll be back, Iโll be back someday.
The past, polished to a shine, seems like, those familiar melodies, looming in the distance, sometimes appearing before the eyes, then disappearing again. Those days are full of laughter, touches, events, images and people, seem so far away and at the same time so close.
The native house, already almost erased in the fresh memory, but rooted in once experienced feelings, distant distant but sharp as a blade.
Iโll be back, Iโll be back someday.
Calm me down the sea with the swaying waves
Turquoise,
breeze
bronze weathered leather.
Deafen me with the wind from all directions
Make sadness light, make your soul younger!
Wash away the worries and pains that I met on the way
Let them drown in the water, let them fall into the abyss!
Sea, sea, tell me what lies ahead?
Before the ship disappears.
The wind drives the sadness the sea whispers - live,
So that it was not a pity for the past years.
Everything on earth is meaningless except love
And holy kindness that saves someone.
Doppelganger.
If there is a dark force that hostilely and treacherously throws a noose into our soul in order to capture us later and drag us onto a dangerous, destructive path where we would never otherwise have entered - if such a force exists, then it must take on our own image, become our โIโ, for only in this case we will believe in it and give it a place in our soul, necessary for it for its mysterious work.
Everything becomes visible only in that which is opposite to it.
Every our concept is based on the existence of this concept of two fundamentally different sides (parts, characteristics). These two sides, being antagonists, poles of a single whole, cannot exist separately without each other, but only together. Without light there is no darkness, without good there is no evil, without order there is no chaos, without plus there is no minus, without north there is no south. A lot of such pairs-antipodes can be added up: life - death, ideal - material, object - subject, heaven - hell, heat - cold, etc. Both opposites in these pairs, without changing their essence, are constantly in opposition to each other. other, negation of each other, and at the same time are a necessary condition for the existence of one another. Just as tango takes two, so "every object" needs two sides.