Memories echoing with images of places that once I was so afraid of, later I loved and now I am missing.

Snow, dogs, endless night and icy cold wind...... all unexpectedly becoming my life, I don't ask for anything and I am receiving all what I can imagine. Dreams are plain, only with demons to remind me that all those can vanish one day and there will be time when I will have to again lay down to sleep, to feel and see the ice and fjords, to hear the crunching snow below my feet and singing wind in the corner of the doors.

Around me there are so many words, so many sentences and sophisticated meanings. I am in the box of some others dreams, I try to breath but all is so airtight. I walk on the pavements but I see the trees and meadows, I hear the cars that are roaring like the strings of the guitar in one song. The song is about the river and living free, about the nature that grows through our bodies into our thoughts, that we are becoming the gods and stars, and where there is no confusion about the reason and deed. This song brings me again into the moments where laugh is long, where joy stays on the doorstep, where the all is purified in the cattle and where I can be myself without asking whether my soul is again escaping in the corridors of my thoughts, into the fearless valleys from where there is no return.

That was the history of passed and present.

Where do the future lay? In natural mystic Indian subcontinent, in the backpack and following straight ahead to the places of undiscovered beauty? On the old truck, in the dirty hut, by the lake, on the sea shore, in one or maybe two compassionate looks.

Tell me my friend.