The poetry of beauty

Beautiful. #MeBeautiful. And now, alas, not the best shots, but the thought of beauty just bursts out of me in the form of letters. To see this beauty, to notice it... I don't even remember what would make me say: "not beautiful". Yes, not everything.fries positive emotion. Yes, not everything is perfect and clear. But everything has its own beauty. Forms, scale, history, purpose, functionality, aesthetics, thought...

Just today I came across a creation of human hands, which I wanted to get for myself! Many know my love for paintings... and yes, above I was talking about a painting. Only these are not banal paints. This is much more complicated. This is amazing! I have not seen similar works, and I could not, because I could not imagine the existence of such.

Night is not for sleep! I remember walks in the park in Moscow... Night gives freedom and lightness. At this time it is quieter, there are fewer people and fuss. At night you want to write notes, do work and with a sense of measuredness immerse yourself, from time to time, in thoughts.

I wanted to discuss beautiful people, but the confusion of my thoughts tells me that it is better to leave such a deep (voluminous) and heavy thought for another time. And now look around and try to see the beauty in each thing. Let it be a notebook, a pen or a glass with traces of coffee stains. Do you see?

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