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the past is now

as all the rivers flow to the sea, all the sounds you hear flow ferociously in a continuous stream of conscious artistry. the source of such artistry is life. the reason, none. the outcome, a moment of openness, of magic. standing on stage, alone, filled of hopelessness and selflessness, a gate is open to a place where reason cannot survive. nothing can be more beautiful than that fragility that characterize us, humans. the fragility that empowers. to allow that fragility to ride the waves of the sea is to open yourself to life in such a groundless way that no transient storms will change the course of one’s path. timeless wanderings, constantly inspired by the curious child that never stops exploring, that never stops to be delighted.