REVOLTES

Revoltes, a home where one is tottally taken away from the other worlds, abditory The silencios que gritan, sound of new concrete beeing put the mountain walls and cicadas each per a star balading them at night. A place on a mountain top with the cities below turns out to bring more loneliness than struggling with crowds. Every single minute proposes to think, to be your own entertainer, to miss and to become more one with Yourself. It is like ones own residency, the guest is the work and without it, one might have gone crazy in fast tenses. Tempting to get on loved one nerves, not to lose the dimension of time and sense of future tasks. Without rush, the only thing that keeps moving is the daylight. The view and bass of the nocturne downtown makes the nighly curtain shut more miserable but the stargazing though much likely to be wishfull. The night promises a lot. Every star as a person, every constalation as a storie. Every night as a glare in the future. So many opportunities, yet the day brings only one star with it.