Destiny is a stubborn maiden. She likes herself just the way she is.
The music began, passages of immense technical complexity fluidly bridging Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro with Renoir’s impressionism. The gloom and shadow… - Ella Leya
The music began, passages of immense technical complexity fluidly bridging Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro with Renoir’s impressionism. The gloom and shadow…
- Ella Leya
The conversation ran as fluidly as the tea out of the samovar’s crooked nose. - Ella Leya
The conversation ran as fluidly as the tea out of the samovar’s crooked nose.
My fingers traced the melody on an invisible keyboard—my usual way to connect with the music, to feel its emotions on my fingertips. I touched the ke… - Ella Leya
My fingers traced the melody on an invisible keyboard—my usual way to connect with the music, to feel its emotions on my fingertips. I touched the ke…
Destiny is a stubborn maiden. She likes herself just the way she is. - Ella Leya
That’s the power you possess as an artist. To find and express your own unique message. - Ella Leya
That’s the power you possess as an artist. To find and express your own unique message.
Jealousy knows neither morality nor empathy. - Ella Leya
Jealousy knows neither morality nor empathy.
A knife wound heals, but a tongue wound festers. - Ella Leya
A knife wound heals, but a tongue wound festers.
Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes. Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becom… - Ella Leya
Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes. Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becom…
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