Worry

Worry is a misuse of the imagination. (Dan Zadra)

Memories

The Creek's Music

Tomorrow

In front of us there are more interesting things than those that we left behind. (C. S. Lewis)

Sometimes

Do you have enemies? Bravo! It means you did something, sometime, in your life. (Winston Churchill)

The Adviser

Who leads you through the labyrinth of today's days? How much is wandering, how much desire, how much will?

What is?

From where our desires come? And, in fact, what is this a desire?

Pastel

A white spot marks the warm expanse of the sea: a yacht that carries its stories and dreams to sunny or rainy shores. Blue, white, green, emerald, golden, yellow, purple: watercolor pastel. Memories...

Today

Today we live the present that yesterday was the future.

The past is changing

Memories belong to time. Every passed day adds another shadow or new light to the image stored in your mind. Words fade away, or new dialogues spring from your much later experiences. Memories have their own lives: they live, they develop, sometimes they are breaking up from the facts, they are forgotten. The past redefines itself with every moment of the present and with every dream of the future. What has been is constantly changing.