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“Today my father and I decided to buy a suitable paint for our kitchen, since we are renovating it. So I decided it would be soft green, almost near to white, close to olive. However, when we began to paint the walls, it turned out to be so intense that it was closer to the color of an apple. My mother freaked out, when she saw what “we’ve done”! Actually she was shouting at me, but later she understood that it wasn’t our fault entirely. Now we are laughing at everything that we said to each other… Life is like this, right? It doesn’t take much for it to turn around… but Japanese colors!”
Like a tree with no leaves,
Whose color slowly leaves…
I see my dining room
And see my freedom!
It is so beautiful, when you look for things simple and beautiful…
And so perpetual is the feeling of comfort - the sound of a waterfall!
Far away from the complex thinking of the man
Feeling the ray, relaxed, dreaming for the sun
(Only then shall we see it, cease it!)
And take it home…
And feel… Nevermore alone…