Then one day, only this man, gets lucky. But not lucky because he gambles or does it on purpose. Here, there is much reflection one can do, how does it happen, a little luck? Continue reading “I looked at her 2”
I looked at her 1
We get blinded by beauty. We fall in it and call it love. Not once, but many times over. Growing older and we’re still blinded. It’s like not being able to help it looking into the sun. Self-destructive? Continue reading “I looked at her 1”
Dance as a vehicle to individual development
I am going back. I do it this time on purpose. I am walking alongside my memories on the path of my life. The first time I remember dancing I was very little, not even at school. Continue reading “Dance as a vehicle to individual development”
Perennity 2
Losing the connection with our instincts, I now believe to be a consequence of the mindless habit. Has it become necessity, an even higher degree of habit? Continue reading “Perennity 2”
Perennity 1
Hmmm, finally, I sit down to write a bit. Haven’t done it for such a long time. I thought I’d do it yesterday, but, that day had sailed by. There is a simple question I have. You would surprise yourself how you’d answer it. Continue reading “Perennity 1”