... sometimes,

... sometimes, life makes so much more sense, when you can recognize pieces of your soul in the lines of a poem , a painting or the sound of a melody... sometimes, just sometimes things are exactly what they seem to be....

Tο απωθημένο ειναι σκέψη, σώματος και νοήματος

...between fear of tomorrow and sorrows of yesterday, now has been lost...

...le charme de la tristesse...

Enigmatic and fateful chasing the future of the past...marked by melancholy, saddened by the impermanence of all things......believing that between the heart and the mind, one day i will find a heuristic device to enable understanding. In the impossibility of having anything to want if asked to choose between a perpetual state of boredom or eternal bodily pain thinking of dreams that money can buy and pedigree birds who sing songs without words.

................palavras de Pessoa

How should I know what I'll be, I who don't know what I am? ... But I have in me all the dreams of the world...

...chasing flying frogs ...

Finding it, difficult times, for princes. A rarity, these days! Not very good times for inspiring rebels either! Literally, in danger of extinction...