Felix Felicis Infinitas Infinitio

In the day-to-day confusion
In the doubt that suffocates
In the anything pain
I found my path...

But the path only exists
when you pass through it...
Once you stop walking,
After staying and going,
Ill know the one who arrives
in order to be the one leaving..

And as thousand of stars
singular letters in the sky
A particular history is told...

And I try to read it just to know
What the voice of life has to say...




"Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old." & "Believing
in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made." -
Franz Kafka




Listening to Dave Brubeck Quartet - "Blue Rondo A La Turk"