I speak to you, I hear you
A melody sung by the wind across the desert and heard by a flute, a melody sung by a flute over the desert and heard by the wind.
Seeing all those stars of the skies that we have inside
-Why have you brought me to this dark place inhabited only by the spirits?–..No, no: you are looking in the wrong place because you are searching in the void of nothingness where you fear to lose yourself: don’t you see that we are made of stars ?!-
A mirage in the night
For a moment he saw her among the stars, but when he looked closer she was no longer there, only the sea of sand and the stars remained.
Castaway among sea tales
A sea of lost tales opens up in a dreamer’s room as he falls asleep.
Material goods
Imagine being in a neutral and empty place like a desert, in front of you you see, somewhere, there is a cube, how is it? The first one you imagined, is it close? Is it far? Great? Small? New? Ancient? Describe it in your mind: it represents the relationship between you and material goods.
I speak to you, I hear you
A melody sung by the wind across the desert and heard by a flute, a melody sung by a flute over the desert and heard by the wind.
The garden of whispers
Listen beyond what one hears, look beyond what one sees to discover what has always been there.
The nude night falls on the sea of dreams
A mind trapping dream into a dream.
Even if we are different I feel you
What do the waves say when they meet the rocks? perhaps they tell their journey with the currents of the sea? Or maybe when they were clouds or rivers? Or perhaps when they lived intimately united with the elements of the earth in a living being and felt each other?
For every time I will touch You a shiver will run on your skin
A spell always inspires a painting, sometimes it happens that a painting invokes a spell.