… it’s windy and I
will make a nice excuse: Today it’s without hats…Today it’s all about feeling
Mixing bouquets of ideas in my whole universe… But it’s the clock of reality that sounds so cruel in the chilly morning and reminds me that I must catch the bus in time for handover.
… now when I was
just modelling beautiful dreams… I have washed my sleepy eyes with the water of
life and run away in the field hoping that dreams will carry on their line… and
through medication charts I find myself telling bright words and catching for
some moments the beauty of a soul; flaming the joy of it. It’s the most
beautiful gift today, the spark of a dream which seems is returning to life,
and the smile of a troubled soul who speaks unwanted words. An entire world
stretches between our moments. People and souls. Smile with tears. Pain and
joy… A life beyond limits and prejudices.
The stories are many, and always sad, they often sneak up a humorous light, that gaunt haze that breaks out like a hot lava from the deep meaning of existence. Support that balances the infiltration of reality… We always talk about desires. About these for today. About the future. The universe is moved by will. To want. To hope. To be…
… The crying eyes of the mother who still hopes for a painless day for her baby.
… The young man who assures his wife that he will be home shortly… And the tear thirsts her with the warmth of the words spoken so kindly… while the body is affected by metastasis…
… there is plenty of life’s will around, with tears and joy… Tales weighed in time. With memories that peculiar hours have made them more and more full of charm.
… it’s windy today… and silence squeezes through smiles and dreams. And the flight of wind is still in the world of imagination, where all the pains end and happiness dances on the golden bulbs of hope…