Mani Rietumi ir tur , kur debesis sārtojas rietā, kur Saules meita brien Jūrā un viņas vainaga ugunīgā maliņa pazūd Ūdenī. Mani Rietumi ir tur , kur Uguns sastopas ar Ūdeni. Rietumos vienmēr ir mijkrēslis, vienmēr noslēpums. Rietumi kā mirklis starp divām pasaulēm, mirklis pirms iesākās sapnis... mirklis pirms, .... jo tu nevari zināt, ko nosapņosi. Mirklis pirms notiks tas, kas tev nolemts no Laika Sākuma, un tiks piepildīts līdz galam pirms Gala. Rietumi nav Beigas, jo kā jau tu zini ...Beigu nav.
My Occident is there , where sky turns to rose in sunset ... where daughter of the Sun wades the Sea and her flaming crone goes down in Water. My Occident is there ... where the Fire meets the Water....forever in twilight, forever in secret. Occident as moment between two worlds, moment before dream, before vision ...because You can't be sure what about You will ween. Moment before will happen that You born for. Sunset time is not end, because the End not exist at all.
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| Rietumi./ The Occident . ( Canvas, oil, 100X200 ) 2013. |
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