THE DEEP BOREDOM IS LIKE A FOG THAT UNITES ALL THE THINGS IN A WEIRD INDIFFERENCE Heidegger
Those who live in a ceremony can only imagine the divine. But divine is Beauty, is a mystery, it is gothic salt with the flavor of highness.
When I awoke, You blew into the mind like an hurricane.
Imagine the light can bathe the pure marble of a sculpture turning it transparent. The sun strikes it, and in the explosion it makes it deprived of substance, disconnecting from the world with a propulsive strength that extends to go beyond the endless one, freeing it from the weight and turning it into the transparency.
A journey in a journey. Where to the North I have known the origin of a Music. Because only if your skin is crossed by the icy wind of this river, you can say to have played too.