Description

The perception of light is different for everyone: someone is searching for  the Light, someone is looking at it, someone feels to live at the end of a tunnel. Someone, like me, feels the light on the skin as an essential element of the human being. Because life, like a painting, is done of colors, dark and light.

Crumbling walls, abandoned.
No sympathy whilst distant shapes flow by.
Ancient times, irrelevant.
Nothing will change here any more.
A peaceful silence, with no response.
A night in March, with no return, with no youth, with no love and no unnecessary enthusiasm.
In every March begins a Spring.
(Manolis Anagnostakis)