Magic;)

Magic is reign of the soul, a horizon at the far end of things, high above all kingdoms of heaven, far beyond deepest tars of hell. She places ground into those remote layers of air, a ground where human imagination begins to roam free… this realm of the soul, out of time and beyond dimensions, endless – just like the soul herself.

Magic is revealed for the naked eye, all she requires is having a little faith, she feeds and grows only on faith. Through thin strings she connects daydreaming with reality and dreams with all waken worlds, she’s a clear border separating apart lies from the single truth – because truth has no plural.

A condition, this affinity to be seduced by the source of all colors, and for the life of me – I am seduced! Magic can be only defined as charms and beauty, imperfect and incomplete, as they’re meant to be!

Everything is you...

Your words breakthrough the faraway eons of that chilling silence and echo across the sky. Every single star up there, fable or strong, carry your name. Even further, in a realm where desires are born, where dreams thrive, where deities never sleep. In such a place where time is just a cycle, there I begin from you and you never end. Only for that region the soul roars, and the heart cries because you’re somewhere and I’m here. Everything is you…

With a depth inside me deeper than the dead of the night I stand more imaginary than shadows within shadows. You and I make the wind wild, and for that, I’m seduced stronger than religion or faith… just for you, only you!