Feb 032012
 

I promised months ago that I start writing down my memories of the journey in India and Ladakh, and didn’t write anything since. You may wonder why – and I shall tell you. But it’s not an easy answer, I have share thoughts and feelings from the depths of my heart, and hope that you understand. I have dreams, and my imagination is full of so many shapes, colors, whole Universes waiting for break free. And I try to create – as creation is what seems to keep me still going. But every day, every hour, ever second I fight a war with the World around, that doesn’t dream anymore, that instead tries to kill everyone else’s dreams too. And often I feel too alone… even though I know, there are still other dreamers out there, fighting the same fight. Now, I invite you into my own dreams, my own heart, my own struggle and give you my eyes to see.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

 - W. B. Yeats

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