Imaginary Friends
Sometimes I need to dream of the imagination I had as a child.
Red Wine
A good Rioja.
Dystopia
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.
Strings in progress
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.
Simultaneously
Different universes.
Are you the observer or the observed?
A bright spot
Is free INSPIRATION still possible?
