Possibly Could Be

Stolen kisses are everywhere... As far as we can conceive sometimes we kiss more than we are aware of, not only by means of physical actions with the ones beside ourselves, among the routine and formal expectation, but again, sometimes we kiss more beyond our conscience. As forms of formal kisses we can understand a whole universe... but kisses may be presented under the shape of really intuitive, thin, weak or strong ways to let themselves show up to the ones confidentially addressed. We must have been created as human souls as far as human bodies and we might have overcome to the ability of possessing two types of languages inside our communicative code, one in line to what is expected, ready to show up, always on stage, but then... behind the scenes, lying in the obscure, another language more meant to free our spirits, a secret one we can use when needed although not always being capable of. So, according to that code, what type of kisses are more real to us, mo...

...With the sweet and passionate memories of inmortal kisses; but we still have so much kept for more rounds to come as so much more to give, so...

Isn't it Ironic?

At Cathédrale Notre Dame de Paris, during my last trip to the city of love and lights, month of April, I realized about the beauty surronding ourselves, not always expressed by the legacy of history and human being but in the every day detail surronding our crazy lives. Back to Cathédrale, after taking this shot in place, I have to say all I remember from its medieval facade, inmortalised by the eternal expectation of its never-ending visitors, was this instant pretty moment, where everything came to have sense to me, and the admiration previuosly felt by this master of history, this holly place of so many stories and dreams, was suddenly fostered by the enormous charm of simple moments like this one captured, with the blossom of inocence and harmony under the pink and golden trees. A gift of random... the perfect moment, the perfect place.

Big words make it easier to understand when so simply and graphically the unstoppable walk of society towards insanity is brilliantly resumed (watch video). This may suggest that to allow each normal life taking its path in this world, another hard, crushed and taken one behind is needed, no matter the cost, to ensure that the invisible maze of excess and fundamental absurd we are all put in, keeps feeding and growing up, wide out of its fences.

Home is where the heart is, this is what I've learn to learn these last few years as every piece of every single land encountered has been my confident, my witness, my hope... Let's see what the next coming years bring to our lives, and if this means moving again to the unknown, I will then welcome the mistery of life with a smile of gratitude on my face.