And although having yielded too much for less than nothing to the external event, this one nevertheless allowed me to read my inner demons and a small step towards the light.
And it's not so bad especially if, the wind stirring the wind turbines, lists the wonder possibilities of the world.
” It is practice makes perfect, it is
by reading that one becomes bindweed. “
And by photographing that one becomes a photographer –
It's the fault of the graph and the background and if it comes together it becomes ”
need to graph the background ” –
This is a writing close to the Vision. So that in
developing the integrating process of the chain made of words and sounds of
what shows, we pass the wall of symbolism. There is then access to
speak to be, fault through which paradoxes engulf, nonsense, a breath
novelty, and the random flight of a great bird drunk with freedom : the
crazy-in-being that reverses the perspectives of any humanist project.