The Quiet World
The quiet world… just the grey sea… and a sad viola.
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The quiet world… just the grey sea… and a sad viola.
Read MoreToday want to share a magical experience: the crystal melodies of the enchanted winter forest! I was there, along with my camera, for most of a whole day. And it was so beautiful, so enthralling that I sheer forgot to feel the cold at all. And then, when I came home, I spent some days creating the perfect match in sound for the composition I had in mind.
Read MoreYou are entering an amazing, beautiful forest. Birds are singing brightly from somewhere within its green depths and along the winding path a small brook murmurs. The air is clean and fragrant with life and you take a deep breath …
Read MoreIt was late, and Pavel was the last to leave the building, just like he always was. But this time, instead of hurrying home, he stood nearby for a while, looking around while checking his watch, brows furrowed. Waiting. Suddenly, a large truck turned around a corner and approached the building …
Read MoreHe was the Spirit of the Night, and wherever he went, people had the most vivid and colorful dreams. 🔮
She was the Spirit of the Day, and where she flew, the air was filled with tender daydreams and visions. 🦋
She invited him in, closing the door behind him, and found a vase for the roses while she asked if he would like some coffee. He placed the box on the table. ‘With pleasure,’ he replied. She felt his eyes on her back as she walked out to the kitchen.
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How many of us dreamed of being more often with our family, of paying more attention to our health, to reveal our true creative potential… How often do we think that the hustle and bustle of everyday life distract us from something vital, and sometimes we just do not have enough time to be alone with ourselves… […]
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He stopped at the sweet stalls, finding what he was looking for. The saleswoman, a charming and affable girl, wrapped the jar of fragrant honey he had bought in thick paper. But when she was about to give the goods away, she suddenly look thoughtfully him and smiled mysteriously. […]
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… Do we want to lock our love? To imprison our feelings? Or should they soar free and wild into the winds of the world? […]
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She stood by the window, enfolded by the music of November. A cold and gloomy wind threw the fallen leaves mercilessly throughout the garden while low-hanging grey clouds threatened with rain…