Clean

The silence and quiet of moving grass slowly, notes of breeze in the summer afternoon and palms...rooting sands to not fade into the Selidor bay. A slow and moderate change of giving up, not to inner creativity and sharing but to the pressure of events and deadlines. With the beloved FF one past me now I await only the 7th sin: a seventh anniversary already too close. Where did the time go? Flooded with thoughts and emotions of a long journey, inside and outside, of living in the extremes, of giving up, of chosen discomfort to toughen my scales, I embrace this year of rebirth as a shining opportunity for not to be a new beginning, rather a mindful and aware continuation of what was, is and will be. So the summer is here again, my second in this 2014, and I like the smell of air, the taste of sea salt and feel of bleeding hands working the dirt. I like the open horizon of ideas and things to do, because the plate is soon to be clean and I will be free to enslave myself again into the ocean of art.
I'll be here.