22:50 22-10-2003
While in Helsinki a funny thing happened.
Everybody was playing - some people playing instruments, others 2 by two making small rodas. I noticed a guy looking at me, saw that in a couple of moments. Finished playing with the mestre, then just stood there looking at his game, figuring how i could at least try to do something against him. Suddenly i hear a voice that asks me in English, where i am from. I turn, of course, i see that guy. Spoke to him a little then just kinda ignored him - should i say, it wasn`t very polite... Imagine the embarrasment and the laugh when at the end the master said he wanted to introduce a specially invited teacher to us...:)
Everybody was playing - some people playing instruments, others 2 by two making small rodas. I noticed a guy looking at me, saw that in a couple of moments. Finished playing with the mestre, then just stood there looking at his game, figuring how i could at least try to do something against him. Suddenly i hear a voice that asks me in English, where i am from. I turn, of course, i see that guy. Spoke to him a little then just kinda ignored him - should i say, it wasn`t very polite... Imagine the embarrasment and the laugh when at the end the master said he wanted to introduce a specially invited teacher to us...:)
01:48 22-10-2003
Такие красочные яркие картины возникают порой в сознании, сказочные и не только пейзажи, люди, лица или просто фигуры, растворяющиеся во тьме либо свете... Или просто потоки мыслей, проявляющиеся в форме образов, которые забыть очень сложно. Хочется перекинуть это все на бумагу, передать людям, поделиться тем, что приходит к тебе извне. Но руки отказываются рисовать и вместо того, что видишь внутренним зрением получается полное убожество, достойное лишь презрительной жалости. Дар видеть - это одно, без возможности же передать он становится мучением.....
Рисовать не умею. Совсем. А жаль.
Рисовать не умею. Совсем. А жаль.
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