Often, I feel sick for long periods of time.

When I do, I try to understand what is hurting me, brooding gently the disease to observe it better.

I can pass days like that, silent and steady like a boa constrictor digesting his pray; or wandering around my dark house like a sleepwalker.

Often enough, I arrive to the conclusion that there is just no answer to the question.
Of course if there is a question.

So, I pass some time watching myself in the eyes, through a mirror.
That’s not the answer, but it’s enough for me.

Asking myself, what I really want.
Is enough.

How long is the road, how much time will it take, where does it leads up?
And when, is the moment to turn?

A man should pass his entire life to hunt his dreams …
… isn’t that the only way to live a dream life?

Once again, life it’s like photography:
to be,
in the right place,
at the right time,
ready to shot.