151012 Women
Women. Far from the first youth, are shining in time. The beauty, a plain gem. Not looking for human make up.
081012 The Secret
You read the tale word by word. Without breath, greedily. Images are dancing in your eyes. This can fly. Become a drop. With this smell. Surrounding your life. You open your eyes and this is there. In a world where people do not explore. Do not discover. You live the eternal secret.
011012 Egoism
Egoism. Breathing the tenacity for victory asking to discover new limits in your will.
Égoisme. Que tu respires l'obstination pour la victoire réclamant à découvrir de nouvelles limites à ta volonté.
300912 Sunday
After a week with so many words, there comes a pause on Sunday. The big day when God doesn’t ask anything from us.
This day with its own routine that does not even look like this relentless search for balance between what happened recently, those that are coming, and the dreams that beg our effort.
Sunday, a station that is becoming the calm sea in which we stay afloat, as the distance to our dreams is getting shorter.
Sunday, a line that we don’t want to face when we’ve lost the magnetic north of our route.
100912 Τhe Master
The need has become the hardest master.
le besoin est devenu le maître le plus dur!
030912 The Blue
At the edge of the horizon, where join together the blue of the sea with the blue of the sky. There are swimming my eyes. Looking for life away. Distance to the ugliness of people.
Au bout de l'horizon. Là où le bleu de la mer rencontre celui du ciel. C'est là où mes yeux plongent. Ils cherchent la vie loin. Distance de la laideur humaine.
