Sometimes I’m a hypocrite. And it’s usually after I say something critical about a certain thing. It’s like, subconsciously, I feel the need to experience it for myself. I don’t know.
“Beyond the beauty of external forms, there is more here: something that cannot be named, something ineffable, some deep, inner, holy essence. Whenever and wherever there is beauty, this inner essence shines through somehow. It only reveals itself to you when you are present.”
They are as real as they want to be perhaps made so because of their lies, or in spite of them, or hiding behind them. Little white owl.
ResponderEliminarHola Laura,
ResponderEliminarMe encanta tu blog y te he nominado para el premio "I like your blog". espero que puedas pasarlo.
Besos y abrazos
elvy