
Only those who make absurd attempts
will be able to achieve the impossible.Albert Einstein
We expose lines of code to everyone.
Interesting, with a hint of mystery, the shawl shines through with this idea of the gears of the mechanism of relationships. Funny with the naivety of the functional impact of phrases, an auction of pleasures in science for mothers, girlfriends, films. We indulge in this lack of romance, with real frankness, and correct it with books. Joyful at the little things that happen, she splashes her hands so innocently, and jumps like a goat from the inside from the sun’s rays.
Darling, having worked hard for the day, from one branch to another, it is important to puff out your cheeks, ruffle your eyebrows for importance, does, spins the flywheel with action. Enough to shake yourself with acceleration while jogging together, in the evening. After icy drops of coolness and tasty treats, he falls asleep listening to the fairy tales of the stars, wrapped up in his arms. Until the morning, before the first rays awaken, having recovered to chirp, funny. With a subtle, fragile soul, it makes you watch the bear's swings.
Well-read, eagerly absorbing new things, not fed since childhood, catching up at an incomprehensible speed. Exciting, the new clothes glow, the mirrors spin like a top from the new dresses, glow, attract. Waves of eloquence in dark moments, like clumps of crimson-gray clouds, mixed with lightning and the sounds of bubbling thunder. It ripens, spills out, and goes mushroom-like, like another test of the strength of the binding ropes for new sprouts. The endless desire will please, finding in the four-legged shaggy-snow-white an outlet for commands, how can there be no subordination? He will get bored and sad without any nonsense. Minutes into seconds, tapping with fists to test for strength, childish stupidity.
I reread Einstein’s lines: “We are all geniuses. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life thinking it is stupid.” The stage action does not change, it perceives only the intonations of sounds, without immersing itself in the nature of the meaning of the words, the reasonableness of the arguments and the explanation of what is happening. No need, absolute trust in feelings. It’s funny how useless the meaning of speech is in a relationship; the foundation is built from guttural sounds.
Restless, spying, borrowing the habits of a fox. She argues, stomps her foot, scatters sparks, the surroundings are about to burst into flames, in an instant she will incinerate what she has created to the ground, girl. Let's open the lid of the boiling saucepan a little, the steam will release, the repetition is fun.
The musical strings are similar, it is important not to upset, but to finger the tips of the pads, the graceful melody enchants, it smells of rainy spring, mixed with warm autumn.