Art.
Art's work is not portray,
what is,
but to portray,
what is behind,
the feeling behind reality.
If not,
painters are printing machine,
writers commentators,
singers readers,
instead of a door,
to overcome an Infinite,
that depict reality,
and in it's unknown,
everyone of us contains.
Art.
The magic in life,
dark and bright,
a giant silent,
residing alone,
in our own mind,
with a door open in front,
but no reason to go,
as for what he learned,
the body outweighted it,
and so he shall fade.
What a sad destiny deserved,
for one who turn light,
in an inside wall.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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