Who are we? What are we doing here? Is there a beginning of time and a end of it, we wonder. Is life a kind of illusion? Physical limits we have, but that does not mean the end of everything we know as now.
Ida
21st June 2015
Loving the rituals that keep men close. Nature created means for friends apart: pen, paper, ink, the alphabet, signs for the distant and disconsolate heart. (T.H.)
Ida
11th June 2012
May your soul be at peace always..xx
dadane_
30th January 2011