141220 Campaign
admin2014-12-20T10:59:00+02:00An endless campaign of fear circulates. Runaway is the pure mind. It passes you across. In a new rise.
An endless campaign of fear circulates. Runaway is the pure mind. It passes you across. In a new rise.
The end. The Unknown time deceives. A dot. It is shading. The joys are slipping. They are lost in fear.
You avoid looking with your eyes. Ugliness wins. With your heart you choose an image to fool around with.
A way to live. Confined. There are few options. You ascend to the sky of your mind. You travel where your soul desires. With one breath.
You swim in words. You wear the costumes of your own heroes. Stories are born into the inaction of real life. There is no fear. Breath brings suggestions to life.Time participated as an extra in your show.
Sometimes you live in a fairy tale. A fairy with a golden comb defines its plot. You are not looking for reality. In her forest you are looking to get lost.
Beautiful moment. It calms. When the voice inside you chooses the silence.
A root buried deep in the Earth. A country degenerates into the ignorance of its inhabitants. An enemy on its walls. Revelation call. Confrontation of truth. History weighs on generations.
I live next to you. In my need I need your love. Do not turn your back on me.

