stultifera navis

So many eyes, no time to look around. My body sometimes stays tired, and can no longer emanate the life’s poetry. My conscience threatens to become a mechanical gear, and my hands sometimes mirrors this sick mindset of modernity. So many papers to be written, ideas to be spoken, a life to be organized. When I see around the eyeglassses, the focus disappear! But, still as a human, my lousy days become happy, when can see something important in my conscience that would have a value for other people.

“Why do we fall?”, Alfred asks to Bruce Wayne in his childhood, and continues — “so we can learn how to pick ourselves up”. A little, but strong phrase. Should do something, and I always have a clear conscience that I tried to be my genuine self.

A man constantly asks about his skills, and stays with hands tied in front of many surprising situations. In this situation, I can only ask myself: “How can learn to pick up?”