Year: 2003
A visual presentation of the poem written by me:
It'a rural time which comes through you with hope
A hand holds a pen, the shadow of the being is on
And you, the lover of the colors and the light, look and see
All tones are not mine any more, long live to sharing
If you believe that the shadow is the happiness, don't fall for it
The one which holds your hand is a moment.
A visual presentation of the poem written by me:
It'a rural time which comes through you with hope
A hand holds a pen, the shadow of the being is on
And you, the lover of the colors and the light, look and see
All tones are not mine any more, long live to sharing
If you believe that the shadow is the happiness, don't fall for it
The one which holds your hand is a moment.