Dancing time with clouds …. smoldering sun …
Beyond the horizon of today’s victory …
lies east … and happiness pours …
in glasses … unfinished days and next ….
remain in the novels and in the pages ….
about how we dreamed of and could ….
..nahodili were lost … birds …
appreciated … but sometimes not cherished ….
Dancing … with winds chilled soul …
In her unconscious is the fraction of rejection …
what we gave leisurely ….
years of making dreams in the minds of …
Two birds in the clouds … She and He …
They sky was a little … little space …
That’s because he loves her …
Well …. and she was his bride …
They cause no mirrors to …
in which our happiness ..otrazhali …
..that prophets ascended the podium …
And the best … poison awarded …
dancing while closed to the heart …
which will write off all of infinity …
Love birds and carrion ..svoey chest …
sharing the little moments of eternity …
in flight ..in preface to war …-
Between attraction and desire to fly …
for there is no happiness … happiness … Beyond the limit ….
laws … Daren us us … and dreams …
(The road to paradise … This their fate …
and the glass …. already captivated the sun …
dawn … sleeping … the house and the city …
Have faith … and love … not … going to crash!)
Dmitry Tropin
We got out into the world of silence
beautiful twilight. We just look ..
like, what kept our dreams …
nights. But the desire to fly ….
stab the heart of the magic of love …
seen Soul burst ….
happiness … and lived for days …
in the basement of a fuss. First things first ….
we emerged into the light of disbelief …
stories that predicted another …
beautiful world – without evil and superstition …
Going down is not desirable. Calm …
Pleasant, but the poison burns the soul ….
It is better to turn into a flock of birds …
and all the bounds of reason to destroy …
and after all, and there was a birthday borders …
all that invented – invented for us …
What would the shadow of the day only began life …
but how to remove the radiance bright rhinestone …
seen and taste of ripe cherries …
well as to remove the smiles and the flight …
from memory … and to come back in the cage …
that used to live under the plan through the night …
write notes in the networks for life …
Well, how to remove yourself from the memory …
their dreams and the time that it considers …
not days of Before and After Being …
and those moments of happiness that does not melt …
in the shower and on the palm. Birds breaks …
cruise, the flight beyond the usual boundaries …
perhaps those who have seen the light …
believe in it, burned Destiny page …
we emerged into the light of peace …
but someone did not believe, come back ….
back into shape, Where dreams ….
And who is self again turned into a bird …
we residents between Heaven and Earth …
we have seen … is that we draw …
But is love – it is hidden paradise and terrestrial …
She’s in the shower – and the world in the rays dancing ………
Dmitry Tropin
Sara Moon is the founder of the Persian artist living in Germany – Bijan .Istoriya brand creation ”Sara Moon” is very complicated and mysterious. At the request of Red Baron (Los Angeles) in 1976 and the first image of a woman, signed – ”Sara Moon”. In his paintings, the company creates beautiful Lanarte cross stitch kits.
Bijan was born in Tehran and left his home to leave to study medicine in Germany at the request of his father. He returned home with his newly acquired skill, but his love for art could not refuse, and in 1974 he returned to Germany to write, signing his work ”Sara Moon.”
