Garlic the inosence of sleep, where life is infinite away from time, is the freedom of my words are come true, as the sculpture of my reality.
The light of the sun father covers me with his warm cloak, announcing a new day, to face in the unknown, only my being will be my only tool to conquer them.
I share a cafe in memory of my living words of my soul, which I release in the wind by rambling them like a rider, seeking their destination on a new day of adventure making history.
