white love

to the stars, to the moon, to the glory eternal .... the exquisite art of penetration. i was standing in a narrow street under the broad artificial light feeling the uneasiness of buildings. because i make them happen. because i recreate their shape from the shadows. because i sense the bare nudity of their walls. like a wolf penetrating the steppe. in the same time i imagine the whole area covered by milk tenderly embracing the stones, the cobbles, the ankles of passer-bys. the eternal liquid fluidity of white love.

::: You may dream. Chase after it. If you can convey these sincere feelings, your dreams can come true. You may dream. Pure white love becomes wings, as if the promise of an angel is coming true. :::