The production of images full of classical charm, long-term span with scattered narratives, and the processing of loyalty to natural time further highlights the traditional classical charm, magnificent and magnificent. "Eldorado" and the wonders of the jungle are overwhelmed, and the fanatical obsession devotes his life to exploration and adventure. Fortunately, the wonders of the rainforest and the wonders of indigenous rituals are built in calm restraint, and the spiritual struggle of the characters, the opposition between nature and civilization, have become the final resting point of thinking. "From the "lost" of the external vision to the "lost" of the inner heart falling into fanaticism and tormenting contradictions, courage is not divided into levels, and white people are not the pioneers of civilization. This is a poetry of flesh and blood and adventurous martyrs until they are finally purified. "Although it is a bit old-fashioned, but the implication is easy to understand. The old-school approach hides the romantic anti-hero and anti-typological construction. The characters have complete arcs and coherent narratives. The overall view is very comfortable.
Because I like exquisite images so much, even the scenery that I have tried my best to spectacle, the unknown of nature also fascinates me. The image is a state of awake with weakened awakeness, a state of sleep with increased awakeness. The illusion between consciousness and unconsciousness is discovered, magnified, and what is forgotten is reality. Indulging in the dreamy city of Z that does not want to be discovered.
The adventurous spirit is Eldorado, the dense and deep dream in the Amazon jungle, the damp lingering in desire, and the pure land to bid farewell to the world. Eldorado, after all, is the search for oneself, pinned in the unknown and dreamed Amazon jungle.
When writing, it feels very suitable to cycle through the Vorí Vaglaskógi of kaleo
Kvoldie er okkar og vor um Vaglaskóg
We spend such a night together, the spring breeze blows through the jungle
Vie skulum tjalda í graenum berjamó
We are going to camp in a green berry field
Leiddu mig vinur í lundinn frá í gaer
My friend, take me back to the fruit grove that I visited yesterday
Lindin tar niear og birkihríslan graer.
The spring breeze whispers and the birch forest grows vigorously
Leikur í ljósum lokkum og angandi rósum
It brushes hair and fragrant roses
Leikur í ljósum lokkum hinn vaggandi blaer.
It brushes the hair and pours into a strong wind
Dagperlur glitra um dalinn faerist ró
The morning dew gleaming in the valley flows quietly
Draumar tess raetast sem gistir Vaglaskóg
The dreams of those who came here tonight have come true
Kveldraueu skini á kraekilyngie slaer
The crimson glow shines on this berry field
Kyrrein er frieandi, mild og angurvaer.
Here is quiet and desolate, here is soft and pleasant
Leikur í ljósum lokkum og angandi rósum
It brushes hair and fragrant roses
Leikur í ljósum lokkum hinn vaggandi blaer
It brushes the hair and pours into a strong wind
Leikur í ljósum lokkum hinn vaggandi blaer
It brushes the hair and pours into a strong wind
Leikur í ljósum lokkum og angandi rósum
It brushes hair and fragrant roses
lokkum hinn vaggandi blaer
Into a strong wind
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