Don’t give me stuff about future.

All good things in life are attributable to Love. Love does not hide. It can be seen and felt everywhere. Survival would have become impossible. It is the groundwork of the edifice, nor can hate and malice vanquish or destroy it.

Imitation of Chaucer’s General Prologue.

The show is about to begin.

Run run run sleep (2)

Part of my spontaneous attempt.

About a young woman who sometimes acts her act, but is mostly a kid at heart.

My mind being emptied out for no one and everyone.

From the heart and not from the mind.

What are these feelings, that control us, most of the time?