Life is not empty.
There is kindness, there is apples, there is faith.
Yes
As long as there are roses, you have to live.

A father in love with my wife and life, postmodern painter, Lover of nature and colors, art teacher, I'm glad you see the world through my eyes for a few minutes, together

Life Is Beauty

Spring

The sentences dance. Here I stand on a hill. I look up at the sky. And a hand that embraces me. I'm waiting...


Accompanied by music

The Dance Of Words

Look, do you see that wheat field there?  Wheat is useless for me as I don't eat bread.  So the wheat field does not remind me of anything.  It is a cause of regret.  But your hair is the color of gold.  So when you tame it, it will become a monster!  Wheat, which is golden in color, reminds me of you, and I will also like the sound of the wind blowing in the wheat field.