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Born in Russia. A student, blogger. I love the anomaly, art, cars and photography.

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                                              Please, let me go

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Emil Melmoth

Death is living forever on my mind, a self-portrait of so many changes i had recently and how i see myself inside.

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                   Vanitas themes were common in medieval funerary art, with most surviving examples in sculpture. By the 15th century these could be extremely morbid and explicit, reflecting an increased obsession with death and decay also seen in the Ars moriendi, the Danse Macabre, and the overlapping motif of the Memento mori. From the Renaissance such motifs gradually became more indirect and, as the still-life genre became popular, found a home there. Paintings executed in the vanitas style were meant to remind viewers of the transience of life, the futility of pleasure, and the certainty of death. They also provided a moral justification for painting attractive objects.

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Muslim mosques in  detail.

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Spring in my heart.

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Tony Ward 

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My heart yearns so To anything ringing me money. Only sailor to comfort me, After all, it is more of gold. Ah, the beautiful maiden, Long ago we know Only sailor gives us a voice, Floating on the waves. ©

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by Cameron Stalheim

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"Palazzo d’Inverno. Lo Stile. Ora" by Julia Hetta For IO Donna

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I can't forget this beautiful song

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     João Figueiredo

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Happy New year!

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              If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,               Every nighte and alle,               Sit thou down and put them on;               And Christe receive thy saule.               This ae nighte, this ae nighte,               Every nighte and alle,               Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,               And Christe receive thy saule.               If ever thou gav’st meat or drink,               Every nighte and alle,               The fire sall never make thee shrink;               And Christe receive thy saule.

                                                   Если ты нищему дал сапоги, -                                                    Вечная ночь за могилой, -                                                    Сядь, натяни их и дальше беги;                                                    И господь твою душу помилуй.                                                    Вот так ночь, ночь из ночей,                                                    Вечная ночь за могилой.                                                    Град и огонь и мерцанье свечей;                                                    И господь твою душу помилуй.                                                   Если ж берег ты вино и харчи, -                                                   Вечная ночь за могилой, -                                                   Будешь гореть в раскаленной печи;                                                   Господь твою душу помилуй.

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The holiday comes to us

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Beauty in ruins