Moments. That's all what we need, that;s all what we create, that's all what is given to us. Sometimes disconnected and feeling miserable, other time in full life, touching the air with the fingers of sensations.

Around me there are so many moments. Each is alive in its own space of time being sphere. All is real and mortal, all at the same time that sometimes I think I already died and now I am awakening, That all is a dream that breaks through to the realm of experience. Gestures, words, music, tones, sub tones, missed tunes, screams and whispers of love.

Lots of meetings, faces that stay in the memory, shared pieces of fear and ecstasy, nature, mature and fragility. The big pot of life boiling inside me. Who has a spoon to mix the soup, and if really needed. Thoughts those mine and those from outside. Loki crying behind the doors expecting some love and attention. She has no borders to show how important is to share and be together. How enough is to have a piece of meat a day and a bone to chew on and a companion to live with.

I lit a cigarette, yes I know, but again tobacco opens the gates to the world that we can only imagine. All around is a mozaik painted with feelings. Eyes that can not bare any more suffering of innocents. Transformation and migration. National Geographic and the Moon that try to communicate. Abandoned from centuries caves by the shore of a Black Sea, magical acoustic forests, wide spread euphoric dances, incredibly powerful mountains and landscapes, dull people who dare to think they are the most precious species of a planet, beautiful souls fighting in the name of love, stray dogs that also would like to have an owner, calm Bosphorus giving a time to reflection, heavy traffic that gives a time to dispersion, mails from friends and invisible net of our non existence, families who hold thumbs and friends those here and now. Our love, our questions, our unanswered speculations, our dreams and our fears, our lives and our ends. That's it what is happening in my universe with the slight difference that all the Europe sucks in snow and I wear a T-short searching for a cold drink while sweating of my happiness and dilemmas.

On the balcony of constant blowing wind, in the squares of repetitive lights and darkness I vanish for a moment of this moment to regain what I am looking for and what I have been already given. Being like a cube box I receive and perceive the life, the dream, or maybe both of them at the same time, with a reflection of images that show up in front of my heart.

I am glad that I can share it with you my friends and fellows.

Tomorrow I follow my love, heading east while west is burning in the flames.