short storytelling with pictures…

New paths open in front of us, leading to new horizons while showing a new way to enjoy the trip… Sometimes the path might be rough, but think about what lies beyond while surfing through the road

There is a room inside my head colored by the grey tones of an unusual peace… There is no way in, but I often find myself looking outside while sitting in there, wondering…

I bet you had also thought about it… Ohhh How good could it be to just let everything go and start flying… Ride the wind and free your mind… And let the bad feelings die in an elegant free fall…

We are like vectors. Sometimes we have the chance to meet each other in this always changing world. It is a moment worthy to be kept.

When the sun gets liquid

Many times we fill up ourselves with colors, sounds and flavors that we take no notice of those simple moments that life is also made of. We need to empty ourselves to be able to receive (learn) again.

The clouds painted an uncommon face over the sky, as if everything were staged and was just triggered by the sound of the birds passing by… The sun light was about to be “eaten” in an ancient ceremony that brings the moonlight back to our world..