Art is everywhere, it can be anything.
Art is surviving without permitting that your heart becomes a rock.
It is the perfect sky covered with stars, the one that reminds you that there is still a chance.
It is the song that says everything you are feeling and makes you burst into tears.
It is the movie that makes you think about your life and feel comfortable knowing that someone else feels the same way you do.
It is the wind that touches your body and gives you the impression of being hugged.
It is the mirror that shows a different person anytime you look at it.
It is the book that changes your life because it makes you understand human beings.
It is the child that smiles when looks at you and makes you believe that it is worth living one more day.
It is the chocolate that sweets your mouth, but makes you long for a kiss.
It is the calendar that speeds faster than you are able to rip off the sheets of the days.
It is every little thing that tells me that living is an art and surviving is the greatest masterpiece a person can reach.
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ResponderExcluirO. Wilde diz num prefácio que, no fim das contas, existem dois tipos de arte: a boa e a ruim.
ResponderExcluirTalvez isso também sirva pra vida.
Mas vc fala melhor que ninguem de todas as nuances que há no abismo entre o bom e o ruim.
Drill it!
ResponderExcluirDrill a hole in the obvious.
Tear the word apart. To put the pieces together in sweeter tones.
How to descride what art is?
How to describe what life is?
(If it is possible to launch the question after the answer)
Kisses.
Stand always by me. Be my muse.
Blingbling
ResponderExcluirU burst me into tears.
Luv ya
P.S. completing berga: answers r important, but most of it, is the question.
To question's some sord of catharzis, free internal demons.