Sonata of the Rubble
If I must part with my loved ones, I will lose them one day, whether I like it or not. But the colors of the sun that I painted with my cells, I will never lose, regardless of the logic of the absolute. They must tell this sorrowful story. It is not my fault that life possesses all this anguished unknown, this beauty that is incomprehensible, inconceivable!! He places the gun to his head. Farewell to you, Theo. A farewell I entrust to you for those who cannot meet again. Yes, I can do it now, and my temples are seized by a torrent of flame. Patience may be dressed in fear, becoming cowardice, or it may dress in courage, becoming recklessness. Haste may be stripped of all its garments. So, under the banner of which word will this shot ring out? To me, trembling stream of life, help me, color of life, and grant me the courage to paint you now... "He fires a bullet into his head." A clip from Van Gogh's play "The Path to the Sun"
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Sonata of the Rubble
If I must part with my loved ones, I will lose them one day, whether I like it or not. But the colors of the sun that I painted with my cells, I will never lose, regardless of the logic of the absolute. They must tell this sorrowful story. It is not my fault that life possesses all this anguished unknown, this beauty that is incomprehensible, inconceivable!! He places the gun to his head. Farewell to you, Theo. A farewell I entrust to you for those who cannot meet again. Yes, I can do it now, and my temples are seized by a torrent of flame. Patience may be dressed in fear, becoming cowardice, or it may dress in courage, becoming recklessness. Haste may be stripped of all its garments. So, under the banner of which word will this shot ring out? To me, trembling stream of life, help me, color of life, and grant me the courage to paint you now... "He fires a bullet into his head." A clip from Van Gogh's play "The Path to the Sun"
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Sonata of the Rubble

Sonata of the Rubble

by Hussein Alwan
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Sonata of the Rubble

Sonata of the Rubble

by Hussein Alwan

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If I must part with my loved ones, I will lose them one day, whether I like it or not. But the colors of the sun that I painted with my cells, I will never lose, regardless of the logic of the absolute. They must tell this sorrowful story. It is not my fault that life possesses all this anguished unknown, this beauty that is incomprehensible, inconceivable!! He places the gun to his head. Farewell to you, Theo. A farewell I entrust to you for those who cannot meet again. Yes, I can do it now, and my temples are seized by a torrent of flame. Patience may be dressed in fear, becoming cowardice, or it may dress in courage, becoming recklessness. Haste may be stripped of all its garments. So, under the banner of which word will this shot ring out? To me, trembling stream of life, help me, color of life, and grant me the courage to paint you now... "He fires a bullet into his head." A clip from Van Gogh's play "The Path to the Sun"

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ISBN-13: 9784618101106
Publisher: ????? ??????? ???????
Publication date: 05/31/2025
Sold by: Bookwire
Format: eBook
Pages: 86
File size: 375 KB
Language: Arabic
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