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Writing
Writing for you, Letters in blue, Catch them quickly Down to your knee. Writing again, Letters for them, Find the fortune Behind the curtain. Writing… Read more.
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Imagine
Imagine you have all you need, Even an endless list of sorrows Biting your lips until they bleed, Fading… Read more.
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Old Enough
Will you be getting old enough, then you will surely understand youth can be quite a handcuff tying your body to the ground. The wrinkles… Read more.
Alphonse M. Mucha
I did not paint for kings, nor for galleries, but for my people. This journal is a continuation of that work — an offering to eyes that still hunger for beauty.
The Author
“Ornament is not excess, but remembrance of nature.”
— Alphonse Mucha
