Au seuil des tentes toute gloire! Ma force parmi vous! Et l´idee pure comme un sel tient ses assises dans le jour.
Glory at the threshold of the tents, and my strength among you, and the idea pure as salt holds it assize in the day light.
Saint John Perse: Anabasis. I.
To find a symbiose of memories and consciouness, to conquer the past and the present in a beautiful and ripe moment. To reach the place where your destiny is fulfilled. Hoping not to be drowned by human voices waking you up in untime. Following the path through the fields of existence. With love. Sven