Our contemporary aesthetics abolish character and certainly harm extra verbal communications.
Eternity begins when one becomes aware of it.

If time only existed in the form of the tide and moon,
the abstraction would be eternal.

Oh, caravan
let us arrive to harvest from the garden of understanding.
Oh, caravan
To the land where we may hold
elements of the universe’s divinity


A place where color ends,
A place where the vision of a dream eternally abstract
from the world of the impossible.
Chaos balancing the ever-changing outcome.


Dreaming, a sensation, an awareness in our minds.
Expansions of our equilibrium, from macrocosmos to microcosmos.

Seeing what you cannot imagine proves the existence of the other and awakens the nature of our instinctive sense.

Dusts, elements, all thrown to the air movement begins, the caravan grows, the new era unfolds.