Towards new horizons
The limits of a human are his own horizons,that separation line between earth and sky,between finite and infinite,between reality and fiction,between actor and spectator,between those who sleep and those who dream,between those who live and those who love.
The hopes
What is a boat moored on a sea of sand under a blizzard if not a hope?
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.
A sing in the blue
It is so good to think back to love in times of melancholy: one feels a kind of I don’t know what, like a pleasure in feeling pain.
The nude night falls on the sea of dreams
A mind trapping dream into a dream.
A light from the abyss
You know what rises from the abyss, right?… don’t worry …… if it’s light it’s fine.
Sleeping Eurinome
And as Eurinome dreamed suspended between sky and water, the seeds of the first life spreaded everywhere with her breath.
Phi
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.