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Published: 2005-11-03 22:32:11 +0000 UTC; Views: 788; Favourites: 17; Downloads: 80
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quite dark ..and beautiful ...opeth's song too
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Your elements are priceless...
the song really blends perfectly with the image...
Creative...
Keep it up
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oooh, the purple blend of this piece really gets me!
p.s. i hope i'm not annoying u w/ all these favs, ur work is jus so awesome!
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I'd love to know that people appreciate my work or art, and it is a pleasure receive the feedback in comments or
Welcome to my world...The Art Of Dreams!
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Awww, that definitely fits the song. It's almost like the photo is a window into the Heaven where the lover she speaks of in her letter resides. And perhaps people are just now finding out how badly she suffered in his absence, now that she herself has died, and they're seeing her letters for the first time...
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ooh!! this one's really beautiful!!! I like the color despite how black and cold it seems!! faving!! (of course, what else did you expect?)
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EXcelente!!transmite tanto sentimento...esta belo msm!
e a condizer na perfeição com o meu estado de espirito
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Muito bonita a manipulaçao!
Ficou realmente excelente
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I've been isolated, living in my dream world of ages. Time passed, my hair greyed, my eyes went blind. I gave up living and the living itself. I was in my ivory tower, high in the sky, playing with stars, living with dreams. No more matter I had to do with humans below. Humans that hurt, that trick, that use all weapons for the most mean purposes.
And one day, a tired traveller knocked at the door of the time traveller tower. I felt the renewed youth on my memebers as I climbed down the stars. I open the door and my heart was swept way by the eyes, the sad eyes of a traveller. Instead of invinting him in, I went out to walk in the grass, to dance in the myst, to caress the light of the sun that from my tower was impossible.
I did it all.
I smiled, I laughed, I lived.
He is gone.
I'm back to my tower.
...I'm trying to find my isolation years.
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Excelentes visΓ΅es dos meus trabalhos, como sempre!
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