snow on the sahara.

now i know why. why i was more than restless for the last 2 months, why i could never calm down, sit down and read good book or concentrate on the beauty that surrounds me. why i couldn´t see what was in front of my eyes, why i just couldn´t enjoy being myself: i had lost something, that makes me write these lines, right now, that made me draw and paint, create things, shape things. it was gone somewhere and i didn´t even notice, but now it´s coming back, the words are coming quicker than i can write them and i started drawing again, i don´t know it just came under the shower this morning, the wish to create something again, to color the world.

i believe.