after a long journey in the wilderness, the crimson dawn appears slightly, the fabled paradise now opens his doors.
Étiquette : montagne
dawn of creation
dark and light spread slow and deep, chaos freezes elements and matter, here comes the cathartic process of inception.
enchanted land
you may feel so insignificant, though you hide the extravagant, as you are so magnificent.
standing giant
looking toward where the earth meets the sky, discovering new fragments of horizon, the slow motion of time instill in me the fugacity of life.
windows reaper
all i have wished to be once more, while days passed by from my windowsills, i wish i would come back to life.
sand of life
escaped from the hourglass of time, it has rained tiny grains of earth, composing with nothing to make everything.
illusions of life
we might explain the world of how, but the world of why may remain for contemplation, we are dwelling in a world of utopia.
deus misereatur
the chill of winter’s darkness sits quietly, time stands still, God’s creation slowly rises.
safe haven
oh Lord of the sacred gate, please give me shelter from the storm, i was lost but now i’m free.