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| silvia brunasti |
are the earth, the mother, the negative pole, water, dark, not recognized the great creative, Maia divine appearance, the mind.
I do 'tone, color, stamp in all things,
without me nothing would appear.
But I continually create life, but fall in love with myself I forgot to embrace the sun and remember that they are a dream, beautiful, beautiful, but poor and sick if I forget my origin.
I contented shapes and colors, sounds and spaces, and I wanted to invent new ones without contact with the listening of the heart, with Love.
I created forms but often powerful and mighty ugly and disharmonic nature of the union because they do not speak of the harmony between heaven and earth, father and mother and does not carry with them no desire to 'encounter the divine, creative energy, (although all is infinite creation) Origin and source of every idea before they form.
Poor me I am in the icy witch enchanted world of the forgotten by God, why forget Him.
