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The moment is not very long,
when only the sky has light and colours. Soon comes the sun with big accompaniment of magnificent colours. Then, it starts to cast its coloured light upon the world; a world which takes its colour from the sun's light. |
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The magic at this moment is that the light itself is coloured and embellishes, by its own colours, that which will be the own world colours. It is at that privileged moment that the soul receives its inspiration ¤ to a quest for sweet harmonies. ¤ It is a right and noble necessity to respond to the eye longing for its own beauty. |
| No one needs to be a great scientist
to appreciate the beauty of a flower, however this appreciation is the way to the eyes own happiness. It is not by accident that a rose has all the needed qualifications ¤ to be appreciated by eyes. A beauty touched my eyes... |
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