Underworld/Overworld

Underworld/Overworld

Sidewalks in a dream within a dream
The old smell of earth, bathed
The brand new taste of furious skies
Unseen rooms and hidden aisles of my home
Birds as sparks into the evening
Circling, diving
It's more like if I was the river
That I see from here
Some hearts never stop
Have to leave now
Feel at home in my dream
But it is yours now


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So, if the good die young, I have to be the worst of them all.

Garden Stormgod

Garden Stormgod

Who cares if we are not forever? Who would plant where nothing grows? There are so many hours in half a life and still a life is short. It's not a ghost what you see at night. And it's not the sun, that silent heat. Just another turn of the Earth. Elliptically complete. All is youth and strenght. For the world is just born. Why did we open our eyes? The traveller names his way...

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I always wanted to create an image that seems incomplete (part blank). I like the effect and this is one of my favorites now. A nice combination of black/white and colors.

I had a crash in my computer and that's because this post is late. Now it is OK, so I hope to publish another post as soon as possible.