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You can easily learn to wear a clown’s or a king’s mask. Yet the most difficult is to learn how to wear the mask of your own face, and do it proudly. I want to be Angel and Demon, Lie and Truth, Heart and Blood, but whatever self I take, more than ever I want to be myself.
My God – it’s the inner strength that keeps me in moments of despair. It’s the depth of feelings where my soul can sink into. This is the height, my thoughts can rise to. It’s the pain my heart can endure without breaking down, and continuing to love. Because Love is God, and God is Love.
When I will die my horses will haunt your thoughts. My "mourners" will grieve over your pain, and musicians will amuse your soul. My dancers will light the flame of love in your hearts, and harlequins will smooth your loneliness.
I would like to be a distant star – cold and unreachable. But I am just a flickering flame of a small candle, whose last twinkles throw light on someone’s darkness...
A human being is like a tree. It’s not by chance that the symbol of a family tree reached present days through the thickness of centuries. Roots – ancestors, branches – children, flowers – grandchildren. Each of us carries information on their origins.
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