family in distance

trees of sand and fog

scared, lonely, wounded, bullied, beaten-up & not trusting; the story of human today

living in a time when millions of arrows & needles are targeting your heart and mine

when you dance, your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It's to enjoy each step along the way; some people live the life like a dance, let's join them

it is said that there is still summer on the other side of the waterwall

champs-elise, a place to spend whole afternoon chatting with friends

the last kisses of sun on trees' cheeks

what's gonna be left from all that life, full of colors and branches drawn to every direction??? maybe just an incomplete image on the ground with some help from morning rain; fact or illusion???????

deep in thoughts with music

a young girl with a voice like an angel

". . . Night comes in
Like some cool river
How can there be
Be another day
Take my hand
O real companion
And we’ll dance
We’ll dance ‘till we fade away . . . "

by Richard Thompson

making a living with fire