Sand of life

is the sand that enters last on our glasses, even if the glasses are full with rocks and stones.

The night has come and all the sand is washed away by the blackness of the night. Sleep tight young sand crystals.

Detached, cold

or hot the same feeling breeds inside me. Is it possible? Yes. I mean look at any sea. If she can do it we can do it. Water has a magic tocouch to us humans.It makes us to forget the dots that connect us to the ground. And liberates us from worries.

I enjoy the weight and the freedomness of the scarf.

Joy

is beloved child of freedom. And there is a real pleasure to see them togheter in a place. Joy likes her mom so much that they go togheter on the most unsual placeses. Now tell me where did u meat them, cos i did meat them yesterday on the lips of regret.

Love yourself like freedom loves joy and u will find them both.