We are friends of our environment or fight for the friendship with our environment. In our lives we make the daily routine of our existence or we are confronted with it. The art of poetry and inspiration that precedes it is anywhere. The things we experience become poets and aesthetic life experiences project the creation of a poem with sounds of words in keeping with the originality and the type and idiosyncrasies of our personal identity. That identity must be genuine, expressing the secret of what we are vibrating aesthetically original and unique with our own style, loyal to the realization that it becomes the truth that the style is the man, male or female but always finding and expressing the poet only that we are in our poetry. The symbols of our language are converted to images of our fantasy harmonized with the splendor of nature, the cosmos great or small subtly. Perhaps born of ourselves with our inner world of experiences mood characterized by our personal and interpersonal insight, perhaps we find ourselves creatively extroverts. In the case of this first sonnet I chose something that I love, thinking that the mission of poetry is singularly relations aimed at the experience of the sublime through the well-known and classic symbol of the star, suggesting our grandeur. In our powder and our sludge and through them may be high inviting feel all beings to the flight of the universe, to which we consciously make our mutual greatness. Then propose peace as a link that makes humans into living mirror, reflecting on the poetry that we are the poem is the universe.
Ivan walked down the street and pondering. Recently, he argued with his friend and now nervous. It seemed to him that he had said some hurtful words, now one would be offended, and their relationship sours. But a friend and he is good – led himself so provocatively, raising his voice it was possible, however, remain silent and to respond calmly but did not have enough self-control. Thus, Mr. Smith suffered doubly – for themselves and for each other. He blamed himself and his. And yet it was unbearably aware of all this suffering, and ask a nonsensical question: why did it happen? After all, they might just fun to talk like before, and did not start this argument in vain But what if the question is not so meaningless? And the reason – in his character, as well as in the character of another? And now – not necessarily so upset because of what happened? But perhaps it is he attaches too much importance to this dispute? Maybe all of this trinkets, and one does not even think to be offended? And even if so – does it make sense now to suffer? Maybe it's better just to calm down, pull yourself together and then just look into this story? True, can start a new argument.
Each heat of the moment may say something extra, and they quarrel. But even if so, at least he tries. Importantly – be yourself, so to speak flawless. Then at least you can be sure that he tried to rectify the situation and made everything I could