Sometimes I need to dream of the imagination I had as a child.
A good Rioja.
Reaching the power of invisibility among people is a great power in this era, but you have to be ready … sometimes you can even be unsure of your own existence. Are you afraid of the desert? Do you exist when no one is watching you? At least, what I hope is that someone is listening, out there.
Sometimes I’m in doubt about myself. My insecure fingers blindly running over the strings … till they suddenly remember other invisible ones, connecting me to the beloved faces and moments of my life.
Are you the observer or the observed?
Is free INSPIRATION still possible?
Yes! No snakes in Ireland! I don’t know whether there are reptilians or not.
My celtic way.