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I am in love with my paintings
Artworks from the streams of my thoughts
For a moment I was paralyzed
By the colours so deep and living
The dimensions of truth was so far away
Because this was not so real
The work of my mind my hand and the brush was not carnal
Yet breathing when I touched the profiles of it's colours
Every picture became a sophistication of my dreams
An essence of artworks was created
Twelve years ago I made a sculpture
And covered her body with a blanket made in sweetest velvet
Her beauty could not be compared
To anything I have created or seen
But I could not give her life
My fantasy was greater than my faith
Suddenly she lifted her eyelids
And stepped of the pedestal on which I placed her
And so I took her hand and attached a ring to her finger
She kissed me slowly to sleep
I married her and we shared the time from past to present
And our thoughts went from reality to dream
My motives became part of time
Motives covered in sweetest velvet
