A beautiful metallic of the (my madness was desired by the one who was touching this rose, and the sparkles and dew of my madness was desired by the one who was twisting these heavy knot of the scythes that had run up evil old age at least took all the joy and my soul just before sunset would have flown here with a moan like a bee to get drunk reveling in such a fragrance and the consciousness of happiness in my heart , I will become a living echo of the riot of life , this honey is fragrant, it is mine for me , let it remain only a wax for others:1.3), by (Pierre Bonnard and M.C. Escher:0.8), (surrealist and sculpture:0.8), horizontal, (painting:0.3) | Painting