3 mês atrás
Nighttime mood
Who is watching
Silence in the room.
A candle burns and a shadow moves along the wall.
The painting before me has eyes,
but sometimes I feel
that it is not me looking at it…
that it is looking at me.
How many things in life do we simply pass by,
without stopping?
How many colors do we walk past,
because we are used to seeing only black and white?
The night is a peculiar teacher.
Because at night everything slows down.
And when the world slows down,
you suddenly hear your own thoughts.
Perhaps that is why I love these moments.
Silence, light and colors.
Because sometimes a painting is just a painting.
But sometimes…
it is a mirror.
Silence in the room.
A candle burns and a shadow moves along the wall.
The painting before me has eyes,
but sometimes I feel
that it is not me looking at it…
that it is looking at me.
How many things in life do we simply pass by,
without stopping?
How many colors do we walk past,
because we are used to seeing only black and white?
The night is a peculiar teacher.
Because at night everything slows down.
And when the world slows down,
you suddenly hear your own thoughts.
Perhaps that is why I love these moments.
Silence, light and colors.
Because sometimes a painting is just a painting.
But sometimes…
it is a mirror.
