Autumn limes

With this photo it is my pleasure to introduce my friend G. Ferri. This photo is a first co-product. Further mutual works will be published in future. 
Cat

When he comes

He said to me

Love, you will know

when I am on my way

There will be clouds on the horizon

strong winds will blow them across your mountains

The ocean will rise its level

it will arrive at your feet

and kiss them

like I will when I have you in my arms

The bluebird will change its song

your ears will know

your eyes will know

and finally

your heart will know I am on my way.

So I wait

I watch the sky

I bath my feet in the liquid ocean

I listen to the birds sweet song

while I am waiting

for him

Schoenheit der Technik

Ceylon Storm

Nature takes your breath away with its infinite beauty, especially in a moment when the elements rise and make themselves heard and seen and they scare you, but at the same time you want to be part of them, leave the earth behind and become part of the storm.

I want to

Who stopped the rain
I want to move
Who filled the rivers
I want to travel
Who paints the grass green
I want to fly
Who decides whom we encounter
I desire to see you
Who rows my boat

I see your face in any ocean