On a December day, when the earth awakens, and the air is cold, and the breath still uncertain and slow.
On a December day filled with the excitement and joy of a brand new day in a mystical yet sour land where stories of saints and knights tell of ancient times and different men all bounded to the legends that the wind gently blows through the branches while the sun shyly warms up the air.
On a December day
Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths.