Walking on a fine line betwen sadness and dizzy heights of joy, a spiritual and sacred journey to the low sun and falling stars, to the self-ego where moons when they fall, others take their place, where perfect dream landscapes mix with spontaneus changes, like water turning into dust, or montains turning into golden sand fields.
Stop moving! You’ll find yourself in another world of your mind and heart. Everything is moving, but, still stays still. There is no change into this beauty and perfection but no lanscape picture will remain the same. See and hear the waves at the seashore. Citește restul acestei intrări »
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