If all the words took shape, I believe that only a few would be able to read. Inside, everything is reminiscent of the old-fashioned magazines from abroad that we often bought because of the pictures, not understanding a single word. We are adults and intelligent enough to know that imagination is a virtue of children, but a man without imagination is just a turtle tucked into his armor. Too boring and it takes too long. Everything was supposed to be full of the sketches from life and clips of the dreams. Somewhere along the road, I missed the main part.
At the end of a day, same old sun promises a new awakening.
decades alternate
here is the way,
sunshine!
STAIN ~ sketches from life & clips of dreams 