Monday, November 12, 2012

Wishful Living...

Too many dreams create the feeling of an existence that seems far from being my own. Who dreamt this place where I am now? How did I end up living a life behind the computer, with almost no time to be with friends, to go for long walks in nature, with a constant need of reconnecting with my spirit through pictures and written words, only having sometimes a glimpse of what there is beyond all this cement, metal, plastic and asphalt. Why have I created a life that does not fit my entire body and soul?

- MAX RITCHER "Recomposed Vivaldi's Four Seasons"

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