Myself

Watching myself and other people around I have started to trust the words much less.

I love hugs, laugh, not that kind when you try to make a good photo smiling “beautiful “, slightly showing gums, BUT that one when your face becomes a pug muzzle and at the end that kinda laughs the honest, silly grunt shows up and echoes in the back.

I love it when people eat deliciously, I love it when people dance soulfully with their eyes closed.

I love watching my daughter talking to a cartoon and asking the main character to run away faster because they will catch up.

I love Art, nature, and silence, or all those sounds read as silence.

I like to watch the expression of burning eyes, and the fire in what a person does when there is passion.  This fire warms not only him but also others, those who are around.  He becomes Prometheus for himself, for me, and for others….