sábado, 27 de marzo de 2010

''porque cuando estoy entre locos, me hago el loco...''

domingo, 7 de marzo de 2010

A seed reaches the ground. It sits there for a while. Praying for water, dreaming about the sun. And it just stays there, dry, waiting. Time passes by and the clouds promisses... And the dry seed finds its own way, covered in mud, but just protected. And it continues there until its time for a change, time to grow, time to reach the sky