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The booming and foggy space in which the bouquet of roses, a monastery of love and tenderness, constant in the fugacity and violent in continuous aspiration to object of passion eternally and invariably reigns is deserted. An eternal deceit of a life, a song of disturbing serenity. And only the old age knows. And only the youth can. And anything will not connect them. And all the same carefree and skipping in a distance is foggy-clear where the River flows.) |
alex-ya
Nightingals Soul category: Painting technique: Oilpainting Style: Representational 100 x 80 cm 31.5 x 39.4 in year of production: 2009 signature: signed in front
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