Where were you?

Reality


Soul is a thought
Soul thinks
You are thinking

Living
Without thinking is dreaming
Life of your soul is a dream

We are born as artists
And die as coal-miners
If we don´t listen to a child.


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Where were you? When I talked to you...
My spirit admires this artwork of LuizaLazar exspecially for its moment reality. I can simply live this imagination, which is more a reality than a bus-drive or a visit at my doc, for example.
My heart beats in her piece - You know this sphere of dreaming, in which you ´re still able to rationaly reflect the happenings?
When I remember back the situations I was to busi for listening, and my inner child begins to speak, everything solws down. The world becomes silent. I watch into this world.