And also EID MUBARAK🎊🖤

".......መፈታት መታሰር እንደሆነበት......"

I would, if I could, ask my sigh: "How do I look on the inside?"

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.

Pablo Neruda

I,too,wake up in the middle of the night,feeling the need to cry,I don't know but sometimes I grieve this world and I dont know how to ease its burden. I can only feel its pain and burn as it burns.💔
-Aria

Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up to discover what is already there.
—Henry Miller, Sexus

'I have so much of you in my heart'

I can't get my breath to my heart.

La Vie, Pablo Picasso in 1903

So basically this painting which directly translates to "life" has something to do with why Pablo went into his "blue" period.

Pablo had a friend called Carlos (an art student like himself he met at his art academy) and the two were best friends who moved to paris together.