Art
It was just another curious presentation by that unknown artist, we were curious, of course, but we would never notice the fading of the ink that vibrated on the canvas. Fading together with the joy of finishing it.
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Dê-lhe a mão, aproxime-se da aberração, Há um toque de luar a beleza atenuar. A culpa? Que venha de voc&...
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“Because "for a good connoisseur, half a word is enough" (My Dark Side, in Art). I read this small, modest one-shot and knew right away that I needed to risk a little word about it. Nothing is as subjective as this one and I'll tell you why: you won't see the same thing as a second or third person. You won't, under any circumstances, see it (because here you won't "read" any word, but you will "see" right before your eyes the traces of paint, the color patterns that only exist in the imagination). The reason is simple: our feelings are different. "But Kyon, that's obvious. It happens. So why would this one be special, in that sense?" Dear padawan, the answer is also obvious: a one-shot like this, which manages, with the same words, the same sentences, the same paragraphs, periods and commas, to portray several images that are so vivid and so varied among themselves, all at once. This is special, really. And you will feel it, I'm sure you will. You just need to click on the chapter below and discover what the author painted for you.”
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