It raises thought. Blooms with others. A unique garden. Gives scent to every moment.
It raises thought. Blooms with others. A unique garden. Gives scent to every moment.

Babies’ steps speak by their writing which gather the space, shorten the distance, share the thought, brighten the joy, rage the love. What a discovery !
Mikael Delta – With My Whole Being
Lonely figures make the picture look alive. They look like. Human traces. Pressed countless times.
Sacred responsibility. To ask for every tomorrow. History illuminates the steps of those who do not give up.
Endless hours burn the fire of the thought. You. Blaze light. In every tomorrow.
Paused freedoms. Hiding in the past. Looking for the courage. Like the bright sun. The defeat to exorcise.
We reached the edge of a living dead world. Addicted to plastic pleasure. To the food, to entertainment, to sex, to the career. Striving to succeed effortlessly. In this world which is betraying day after day its comforts, some people carry a soul. With no flesh they are dead. The flesh does not shine like the expensive accessories but rattles the Earth like a huge subwoofer.
Thinking. It gives. Beauty embraces. In absentia. Spectator protagonist. In the most beautiful story of the world.
Fate. A Scent. A valuable one. Scattered desires. Melting in time. Waiting. Dreams are born. They travel. Loaded by joy. They are off at a time. Bitter. Thunderstorm. Soak images. They are easily lost. You dive into your days. Wet. Orphan by fortune. In the madness of your faith. Blessed.
You crave Waiting. A sunrise. It seems real. You don’t blink an eye. Vigilant guardian of your dreams.