you cannot ask me that.
most probably it's
too late.
to ask.
and maybe it's too late
even to stop.
and maybe there's even
nothing bad at that.

smile, please. smile.
ancient egyptians once had
a song where there was such
words: keep smiling and laugh
while you can, for too soon
each one of us will go to
the land of the unending
silence.
smile is one of things
value of which we don't remember
too frequently.

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oh, yes we do.
but some like to ignore that,
and think that it's normal
(meets the standards of society)
to walk around with an expression of a grave-man.

but one mustn't force a smile.

and, actually, i was just kidding :)

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the true beauty is to
shatter the conceptions
and expectations of this
correct society
and to walk around with
smile so beautiful
they all could turn blind
just by looking at.
i can imagine you on a
such walk.

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imagination is a powerful tool,
which operates all by itself,
no engine needed, so to say.

but do you know what comes
when expectations do not meet
the reality?
disappointment.

everyone is enchanted by a smile, though.

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imagination is
the most powerful of
all tools available
both to mortals and gods.

i believe in subjectivity
of the perceivable reality.
so i'm not disappointed
even when something looks
different after some time.

not everyone is enchanted
by smile.
some deliberately turn away
when someone smiles nearby.
they probably think
the smile is worthless
because it doesn't cost
anything.
o sancta simplicitas.

but i'm certainly enchanted
by a smile. by the smile.

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