Motto:

My dream is to live in the
Year of saint beauty...

Do you know what beauty is ?
Rare flowers full of peace,
Existing thoughts
And, the most unreal : your
Memory !

When I went into the ocean I felt that waters were full of thoughts, what kind of thoughts? Tryin' to understand their movements I looked deep into my heart and I saw something that tried to be light. I couldn't open the eyes as the blue sky could smell them as blue, green-yellow as they were I could see a little silver hand that tried to take my eyes and to give them to the wind. The waters around started to jump one by one singing something like Handel's Messiah...
...after a while all the deep waters took me into their world I thought it will be dark there but I saw few lights and then more lights, and more and after that I had to close my eyes because the light in front was something I couldn't look at...