Rebirth

the smell of wet soil is overwhelming, very humble and yet intense, gracefully announcing a new spin , a cold one that is. Everything looks different after the first drops, the window is a bit bigger, the view is wider, I could stand there for hours witnessing earth’s little carnival of rebirth.

At this occasion, the streets get rid of another million stories along with the dust, giving a chance to the grumpy old man to enjoy a walk accompanied by his old navy umbrella, drawing hope for a new beginning,..perhaps an end.

Three ancient trees are performing a sacred dance, sending their secret formula to the air, inciting every living spirit to gather inside the crystal drops of water, and sing…

Faceless Preface

This little space here is an attempt to re-communicate with myself and the world through sharing and documenting my thoughts and observations.

the person behind the screen is not a writer,not an artist or critic,but simply a human being tracing lines of his life and seeking balance.