Wind of change

I can feel it. A month ago it was just a light whistle, I could barely hear it, I couldn't say if it was real or result of my imagination. Now the wind is so strong that lift me to new horizons, bring me to new directions.

Every good mariner knows that the only way to win a storm is to become one with it. My hands holding firmly the steering wheel and my eyes scan the dark sky reading the lightning. There is not time for fear, embrace the warm heavy rain and the mighty voice of thunders and sea will guide you once again to an unexplored paradise.

A phoenix needs to burn to born again

It was flying high in the sky, its wings wide and powerful over a distant earth. Unreachable, almost divine and then its started to burn and fall. Its grace quickly became a grotesque spasm, a screaming picture of despair.
Fire, fire, burning bright until nothing has left to sight. And in that nothing but ashes a new feeling will born, stronger and proud it will furrow the sky.

Archetype

Sometimes what you thought was gone, lost along the way, all of a sudden came back. It has different eyes and a different shape but you immediately recognize it.

An Indonesian legend

I want to tell you a story about a man going to far east to fulfil his thirst for knowledge.
He stood high in a castle of glass staring down where people and cars where moving together as one body.
He moved like a king among thousand lights, following the hypnotic rhythm of an endless night. He challenged the Sun and the majestic wave in the Island of the Gods. He got across the forest to meet up the king of the monkeys. He went were no laws rule and then down to the bottom of the sea to meet up the high priest of the turtles.

Without language he talked of beauty and love, and the memory of him in that land will last forever.




Here are the photos of my trip in Indonesia.

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28th and counting

Here the photos of my birthday in Amsterdam

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To write something and leave it
behind us,
It is but a dream.
When we awake we know
There is not even anyone to read it.

Ikkyu

On the way back

A shiny sun welcomed me today, my last day in the US. While I was walking toward the Cheesecake Factory in the Crabtree Valley Mall I was wondering why I enjoyed this place so much and if I would like to live here. I don't have the right answer. I suspect that one of the reason because I really liked these two weeks is that I lived in a kind of vacation. I remember some of the first times that I was in London and the feelings were similar to what I feel now. But still... I have this strong good feeling about this country that I definitively have to come back here again.
Just another thing: sometime I forget how important is to change the lifestyle for a while, feelings and thoughts need to be feed.

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