The bird is in you

After all, life is nothing more than, the body's state between birth and death. It means life. With all the possible and the impossible balance between what is real and between what is just seems real. That you could fall down you must live. That you could fall down you have to try, walk, jump... You have to spread your wings and start to fly. You have to wave your wings and never give up. You have to BELIEVE in infinity, in the peace. You have to believe and never give up. You are free from the bottom to the top. You are free to do whatever you want. You are free to stand up and shout: I am FREE! Always around us will rage storm which will blows the snow, heavy rain ... Always. This is not something special. It's every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. The ladder on which we stand, it is only ourselves. We  are creating for ourselves a barrier, even though everything around us is just what we were seeing. The life is friendly with people who never tries to understand it, but always plays in the rules created by life. Spread your wings, just spread it! Learn how to feel everything, but nothing. Believe in something and nothing. Do errors and do not learn from them. Dance in the life like a dancers on the dance floor. Forget everything, just forget. Second. Minute. Hour. Everything is missing quickly like an ice cream in waffle cup... Forget everything, please just FORGET!  Take a look back into yours little "ME"...It is similar to what we left: bright, sincere, flighty, sensitive ... Raise it. Lift it up to the light of day, give to it the strength to rise. Give to it the strength to fall down, but always stand up. Give to it... Do not be scared of nothing. All  we can see is none other than our invented a small, challenging and full of problems world. Delete, everything. Now you are strong. Not only from outside, but inside... Now just spread your wings and FLY!

Letter to summer

The days of summer always passes us so fast. There is nothing so magical if you could compare it with waiting of the holidays. Waiting of the summer holidays. This is my painting. The painting for the summer. For all those warm memories and for all those people who I met. 

From this letter colourful, the colour of the eyes. 

This letter flew just like a soul

(and by that time sky just fade away).

 The clouds landed on the tree. 

The water become so wide, and what the deepness of the night! 

But I can not fly, and swim I can't.

 I can not say just nothing. 

The memories it is like the letters are going from the sky...

This is probably the clearest paiting I've ever paint. I thought about nothing while I was painting it. I enjoyed the colours. The smells of different paints. I enjoyed the work a lot. The loveliest memories are in it. My favorite poet's poems are full of energy. Are full of colours, smells, tastes; even the sleeping street in his poetry is full of lion energy; that sleeping street is always ready for the action. I think my paintings are full of it. Because my inspiration is his thinking of life, memories and the poetry. Through the snow and through the falling leafs, through the full of people station, through the sound of morning flower blossom and through the smell of living in the sky. Everything is here, near you, near me, near everybody, just LOOK AT THE SKY; LAUGH; AND FALL IN LOVE!