Again I fled.
A race, after a run away .. or maybe not so far away.
We have a chance, the chance to jump from one world to another, only closing his eyes. You know, the bottom is not so true that it runs away, closes only themselves in the world, you protect yourself in a cocoon of fantasy.
A place where I find myself even now.
But, I'm surrounded by reality, which is increasingly gray that imagination that so fascinates us.
Today the sun is beautiful, the hills in front of me are bright green and brown. Trees that have not yet had the courage to give the sick a spring around the corner.
The winter seems to have finally dissolved, except for some short and cold tail, like fog or rain.
also warms the heart, at least in part. Like a beautiful polished stone on the bank of a river.
Lapped by the clear and gentle current, remained motionless, struck by the glare of the sun.
Oh Well .. that this sweet sense of melancholy that leaves me. After time, it is almost reassuring, you start to recognize it as the inspiration for writing and drawing. Sometimes
the longs, at times the references to you.
Then instead ... other times ... can not wait to go away, so leaving a vacuum, a vacuum but serene and peaceful.
