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When I fell in love for the second time all the feelings and events that took place between me and the object of my love (e.g. the Bird in this text) were suffered and dreamed and then painted and included in graphics cycles.
This is one of the periods of these relations developing mainly in the artistic sphere. My sphere.

To My Bird I entrust the best parts in my plots: a mysterious heartthrob, an inspirer, a sweetheart. The main character, who carried the challenge in a play performed for years.
It’s ridiculous: pure mountain lakes spread before my gaze, and I glorify a well, the bottom of a well where only the eye of the abyss can be seen. Or the sky. That’s where My Bird is reflected… if he flits over.

What will separate us from those we love – neither heights, nor depths.
That’s why, with some sad self-hatred, perched on the edge, I look down with my eyes now grown rusty, and all I wait for is to get a glimpse of him.