the unknown end of a trapped dandelion..

A trapped dandelion..
A naughty breeze that took it so near the flower..
A disappointed spider, waiting for food, and capturing just a delicate traveller..
Some say it went on its flight, after an understanding photographer came, and freed it....
Some say it stayed there, waiting to see how buds would open in all beauty...
No one.. no one will know the truth..

the decision..

The shadows of thousand voyages across all seas...
The quietness and safety at the port..
She looks thoughtful, but i know.. her wings will open widely, and she will fly, free, one day...
One day...

applauses!

I don’t like cemeteries, I don’t believe in going to see a piece of soil where just a body was buried once.. as much as i don’t believe in afterlife..

But when I was at Vienna, i had to go to its cemetery. I saw so many people here, stopping.. some just shooting an image to say: "I was there".. but others, like me, feeling a deep emotion that words cant describe…

Well, why not to think that an artist, that a piece of his soul, may stay there! Why not to think that each flower, that each image made, that each tear, as those that fulfilled my eyes at that time and are appearing now when I write… … all are applauses!

I felt the soul of my beloved Beethoven there.. and I thanked him, deeply, for so much pleasure, for so much melancholy.. for so deep sorrow and happiness that his music brought to me..

Maybe now, when I decide to show this image, I am only clapping him.. again and again.. with the silent emotion of my soul..