Skip to main content

04.02.2011

I was a different person 20 years ago. I was very shy girl.
Today I have an experience enough to do not pay attention to the rudeness of the modern world.
To the person who not able to say lies, the binding, the punctual and the believer, difficult to live in the modern world.
You think, if you can't betray it will means that nobody betray you...??? Ha, ha, ha!
Your delicacy is perceived by others as weakness and a sign on that anyone can "gives you a blow on the right side of your face", the answer won't follow.
Decency??? Many people doesn't know what is decency. In the world, where dog eats dog, can survive only one who has an immunity from virtues. The worse the better.
The battle between good and evil continues. But while there is life there is hope.
I can not force people to be good. But I can keep my principles and belief and to be the person.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

13.10.2011

"And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see . And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth."
Post a Comment
Read more

07.03.2016

This is my third animation film. "Supper with Picasso" is the title of my painting http://www.saatchiart.com/art/Paintin... and the title of the animation film. "Supper with Picasso" is not a story of everyday life. These are my thoughts about Art. I think contemporary art follows a false scent. This is surreal off-the-wall humor. This is my protest against abomination in the contemporary art. Picasso said:" The real artists are Giotto and Rembrandt, I'm just a clown, who understood his time". He was right.
Post a Comment
Read more

01.02.2011

"Out of chars and ashes, out of dust and coals, like golden salamanders, the old years, the green years, might leap; roses sweeten the air, white hair turn Irish-black, wrinkles vanish; all, everything fly back to seed, flee death, rush down to their beginnings, suns rise in western skies and set in glorious easts, moons eat themselves opposite to the custom, all and everything cupping one in another like Chinese boxes, rabbits into hats, all and everything returning to the fresh death, the seed death, the green death, to the time before the beginning. A touch of a hand might do it, the merest touch of a hand." Step on a mouse and you crush the Pyramids.
Post a Comment
Read more