to wake up to life pulsating, vibrating, which Vaza, singing, every minute and moment !!!... e numb, às vezes, Cobert by Cinzas do everyday, which obscurecem or exuberant colors and lively two instances, when sorbed with intensity, desire, passion! ... May also have to sleep and wake, many times during the course vital, just not to forget our fragility and strength, to remind us every day and hour, the finiteness of such endless fabric: embroider on the wires that, in involve and snared, the lines we draw, lead, interwoven, warp and incessant preposterous history. Perhaps we need to wake up and fall asleep to dream, to be reinvented colors and hopes, that cintilâncias glimpse in the cracks of the day to day mundane ...
Thus, we glimpse the flashes of affection, love and art, the openings the evenings, mornings, for months, crossing the centuries, turning in the world, the stars, constellations ... Who knows, risking ourselves to flights and crossings, and we travel, drifting, sometimes blissful light blue-purple, interspersed with turquoise, Alizarim, violet, and sprinkled with green and coral, where we can feel the soul dancing to the four winds in the direction of this knowledge insabido and volatile, but profound, that moves us, challenges us, drives! ... Since then, however, yet ... so we need courage to navigate between ash and cintilâncias, falling asleep and waking, feeding the hopes, exercising their wings, every night, every hour, every you days!
TEXT ANA LUISA Kaminski
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