They Will Not Take It From You
From the cold and mighty North through the spicy and tempting East and the West where the Sun goes to rest. In the end, it all leads to the South, where summer drinks wine and our dreams are always bright and possible.
Don’t Promise
In summer, promises come easily to one’s heart, and the nights seem so long and young. They smell of love and innocence. But when the winds start blowing and howling and the night shows its teeth, promises can break as easily as glass. And amidst the shards, we see the snow washing away with its white everything that reminded us of summer.
Words Unspoken
Sometimes, especially in the cold and long winter nights, we would live somewhere between reality and fantasy, and nothing could ever tell them apart. Then we would remember faces we had never met, long for dreams we had never dreamt and recall words never spoken before.
Without My Wings
Sometimes losing your wings means losing everything – your physical existence, your very mind and soul. Then, the day is bleak and windy despite the summer calm, and the wine tastes of bile instead of autumn grapes.
Hear the Silence
We’ve grown too accustomed to noise. Our lives are dominated by noise. But there are places, hidden and nameless, that could show us what it meant to be surrounded by silence. Are you willing to hear it?
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