A heart that whispers...
There are different types of borders. The horizon divides the sky and the earth. The precipice is the guardian of the confine between the rocks and the sea. A crack in stone could be the limit that defines the possibility of survival. A sail slides on the circumference that hides the secrets of the deeps of the sea. The wind brings whispers from beyond the frontiers of foreign lands. My skin is what separates me from the world.
The heart is also a frontline that blurs the edge between the visible and invisible. Close your eyes, listen to the wind’s whispers, feel goosebumps on your skin, and let that breathtaking presence invade you. The beauty of the world does not hide in the objects reflected in your eyes. The doors of mystery always open inwards.
A heart that whispers...
There are different types of borders. The horizon divides the sky and the earth. The precipice is the guardian of the confine between the rocks and the sea. A crack in stone could be the limit that defines the possibility of survival. A sail slides on the circumference that hides the secrets of the deeps of the sea. The wind brings whispers from beyond the frontiers of foreign lands. My skin is what separates me from the world.
The heart is also a frontline that blurs the edge between the visible and invisible. Close your eyes, listen to the wind’s whispers, feel goosebumps on your skin, and let that breathtaking presence invade you. The beauty of the world does not hide in the objects reflected in your eyes. The doors of mystery always open inwards.
A heart that whispers…
Год2017
