A black line dividing the space
A border that breaks the seamless white of the land covered by snow
A limit defining an inside and an outside
A sign to give birth to opposite perceptions
Here and there only depends on which side you are on.
And each can face the other standing in his own "here"
The white ocean of cold snow simply stands
Indifferent to our thoughts and fragile sensations...
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.