画質 高画質

Quando il sole crudele batte
a raggi raddoppiati sulla città e i campi,
sui tetti e le messi,io mi esercito
tutto solo alla mia fantastica scherma

inciampando nelle parole come nel selciato,urtando
qualche volta in versi a lungo sognati

✒Baudelaire

🎨Kandinsky

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The blood on my hands

The disappointment on your face

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Improvisation searching for an image

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Two crazy dudes with telekinetic powers, who is the worst of the two?

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Kandinsky (1866-1944)

Something about how your eye *never* stops moving about the piece as well as the symbolism…it always gets me. It’s also nostalgic as my family owned a few reprints that I would look at often. Likely why he is my

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« Prenez un cercle, caressez-le, il deviendra vicieux ! »
Eugène

Carrés et cercles concentriques - Vassily

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