March 15, 2015

Shadow Of The Valley

I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination. The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.

Swimming the road

I think it as endless as a white-haired old man, an old woman going greener with the mowing and the grass. By which I mean everything absolute and blendered. Nothing escaping the swirl of experience. The Shadow of the Valley In the last decades interest in hunger artists has declined consider whereas in ¬†earlier days […]