22/04/2011

The time of cherries is gone, the time of their flowers is even more further back in the grouse of last spring... Life is a process, and humankind tried all her existence to make it faster, to make it sure, to use it as a tool to our own qualm, the fear of a day we live without the responsibility for the next. Running away from our scare of the abyss just got us there faster, the flowers came with the first sun and went away with the first wind.

We don't know where we're going anyway, road to nowhere we sing, me I don't see no roads anymore, long time ago our mountain (Radzim) lost the way up to the top, now there are many more ways to get there, now we know the trees we have to pass, now we understand the ground we step, without a path everything is more clear, there is no right way, there is just a right destiny, and that is what we have to understand everyday we see somebody different, and that is why we will never be more right than any other dreamer, crazy, mad, beautiful, cursed or blessed men.

This is an old gate up in the mountain, ambiguous function, a big animal would destroy it, small animals can pass trough it! Maybe just marking land, propriety is an overall instinct in standard rural universe, what happened to everybody to close themselves so strongly inside their walls?

The flowers of the cherry tree fall both outside or inside the fence...