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I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
Widzę, jak w moim sercu rozjaśnia się trawa. W łące widzę te praźródła, z których rodzi się mleko, krew, mięso i sierść.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Łąki, lasy i sadzawki. Soczyste owoce, beztroskie chwile, zapach chleba. Szmaciana lalka na ręku, spojrzenie starej sąsiadki zza płotu, jej chytry uśmiech. Na jeziorze zielone rzęsy, pod niebem przemijanie, oczekiwanie, przygotowanie do drogi. Mlecze zmieniają się w dmuchawce. Wszystko cichnie, gaśnie, zastyga. Wciąż żyje.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
I see how grass glistens in my heart. In the meadow I see those ancient springs, from which milk, blood, meat and fur are born.
Tadeusz Nowak, „Obcoplemienna ballada”
Meadows, forests and pools. Juicy fruits, carefree moments, the smell of bread. Rag-doll in hand, the watchful eye of the old neighbour behind the fence, her wily smile. Green duckweed on the lake: beneath the sky, there is transience, expectancy, preparation. Sow-thistles change into dandelions. Everything becomes quiet, extinguished, still. Still alive.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
Anthony de Mello, in one of his tales, told the story of a certain bishop from the United States, who visited a little town. After the ceremonial supper with the President, the conversation turned to the subject of the end of civilization. The bishop was convinced that the end was near; the President believed that mankind stood on the threshold of new discoveries. He put forth the thesis that in half a century people would learn to fly. This amused the bishop, who burst out: “Nonsense, my dear fellow. Flying is reserved for birds and angels”. The bishop was named Wright. He had two sons named Orville and Wilbur – the future inventors of the first aeroplane.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour."
William Blake, Auguries of the Innocence
A countenance of the worlds, a countenance of a man. Supposition of identity, the sum of emotions, crowd of fears, glances, with different light in each of them. Surroundings, which penetrate the senses and inspire. Peculiar shapes emerge from there, one after the other. A cabinet of faces and shadows - imagined, directed, painted to multiply the interpretations.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
Dragonfly – non-fly, almond horse, brass figures and steel heads.
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
WAGNER [...] Ein herrlich Werk ist gleich zustand gebracht.
MEFISTOFELES Was gibt es denn? –
WAGNER Es wird ein Mensch gemacht.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, „Faust“
Stell die Frage nach den Gründen. Nach denen, die den alten Wagner, den Schüler von Doktor Faust, dazu bewogen haben, in den Homunculus Leben einzuhauchen. In dieses unbeholfene, faltige Wesen mit hoher Intelligenz, das so beharrlich zu einem Menschen werden wollte. Sei es puppenverwandt? Kann eine Puppe sehen, hören oder fühlen? Ist ein Mensch in ihr verzaubert oder nur eine Kopie des Menschen?
