Resting in a shallow pond, wind impregnates me of a special flower's scent… Rolling petals, touch my face, it could have been a new start, but I didn't dare. Why did I let the bright colors fade? Why did I forget the prominent thunders of fate? The water keeps flowing, under my skin, it may be I am akin to lightweight baggage, but somehow I can't see beyond my coat. Resting, I find out, it is you, who I want; it is you, who I am; it is you who touches my face as I breathe.
Appreciating our surroundings How many times do we stay floating in shallow waters… Thinking: This is all there is. When will we be able to love a little bit more, and judge a little less. Why? Petals are touching our face, flowers’ scent is invading us, the sunrise is smiling at us, but we are angry about the waves that interrupt our “tranquil” times.