The world ends, numerous times, for each of us. It crashes and sinks under waves of agony. At the bottom, in a dense, ocean-like darkness, it catches glimpses of what would mean a new breath. And that alone is enough for a new beginning. The beauty of it all is the strong contrast. The paradox. … Continue reading About All Sorts of Love
The most beautiful day is the day you make choices out of love not out of fear. The most beautiful day is the day when you stop imagining and start living. The most beautiful day is the day when you learn that you have to learn yourself first. The most beautiful day is the day … Continue reading The Most Beautiful Day
Life and people- corrupting you to give up on them, forgetting the clay that has build your body, forgetting the stone that has raised your fortress. Look at those eyes that have cried your pain, look at that heart that has stopped under the pressure of a merciless hand, look back at those empty nights … Continue reading Where should we begin ?