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Fake picture

I was looking attentively at my picture,

Realizing that it was a fake mixture.

I was holding that glossy piece of paper,

That could not turn directly into vapor;

I was observing its real background,

And no fiction, no fake could be found;

Everything seemed to be fine -

I saw no mafia, no violence, no crime;

All details had a reasonable place -

There was no waste of effort or space;

All colors were natural and bright -

The composition was, in general, alright.

But that picture was haunting me daily -

Things cannot always please me greatly!

And unexpectedly, I had a hunch

That because of me, it came to the crunch.

And again, I was staring at my shot,

I was looking for mental support,

I was having strong doubts in my head,

I did not exist anymore, I was dead,

On that picture, there was another person,

Living life in a different version,

His eyes seemed unfamiliar to me,

His fit body was not mine, as I could see.

Did it mean that I renounced myself?

Why my life story was falling from shelf?

The picture and I concluded a give-and-take:

It was its fault, because it was fake.

Unfinished picture

In a dark room decorated with solid curtains,

Personal belongings were scattered far and wide,

In that dark room full of disorder,

A light and smooth easel had been positioned on a table,

That easel was as small as a toy,

And it was being used to hold a neat canvas,

A clear and simple storyline had frozen on that canvas:

A stool had found its place in the middle of a green room,

But all asymmetric pieces painted on that canvas

Had deformed the banality of its storyline,

And the irregularity of lines, spaces and angles

Had leaded to disrespect of basic visual rules.

So the picture was paralyzed, having lost its perfection,

And rebelling proudly against perfect maturity.

For some, days were passing by like a hectic race,

For others, they were long and boring,

Someone was wasting his life during night adventures,

Whilst the artist was inspiring life with art,

And he had to submit to his picture,

To get on his knees in front of the magic of its inaccurate lines,

And he did not dare to touch it with a brush,

And he allowed it to remain unfinished.

Beautiful life

You can live at any time, have any passion,

But your life will always be ruled by fashion,

It is capricious and arrogant enough

To make the crowd love all fashionable stuff.

The fashion states that an amazing picture

Is more appreciated than any severe stricture,

So people can scream with joy and laughter,

When photographs make beauty from any disaster,

People visit incredible natural spots

To send each other nice and colorful shots,

People fight for a prize in this global contest,

And if you don’t like their pictures, they protest!