Aufgang

«Becouse this wings are no longer wings to fly

But merely vans to beat the air

The air which is now thoroughly small and dry

Smaller and dryer than the will

Teach us to care and not to care

teach us to sit still.»

T.S.Eliot

Now you know

Today and tomorrow there are no monsters, only men with fear.

How many intimate entries are know available to the world.

Transparent, thin smoke of lives.

The flow of information is not correspondent to the knowledge of our fellows, all the people in the dark, who live in accordance to what is expected from them, is it a income priority contradictory with the process for deep access to the essence of each individual?

«Never to speak of this that you have seen,

Swear by my sword»

Hamlet

It all started with a morning light, I spent all night writing unable to sleep or interested in cleaning up my room, yes I have two days left for this final & vital task, the deadline is correspondent to the organization of papers and files for the next year. It's more a priority search, real work.

Well I have just arrived, eventually I will figure out how to include images at this post, if it wasn't for my drive for literature and more that at it's time will be revealed I wouldn't be here but the «creation» would feel perfectly at zarya.

Search for me ;*