We were travelling for a while, following the signs at a hectic pace.
The desert was our first stop, carried by the chords of a guitar, William Blake and the wish of finding answers.
The desert told me some things, with no need of asking, and that took us to our second destination.
The house of an artist, who I admired since I was a kid, a triangle, a tarot deck and lost landscapes.
In the town where this artist lived, I found the next answer, that took me to Paris.
Paris had a lot to teach us, to remind us. And eventually, there it was, the next answer, or answers. The plot twist, the fate, finding exactly what you are looking for.
I would never imagine these last months would become something so strong, and adventure that has taken us to find out so much of ourselves.
We have to listen to what the universe has to tell us, open the doors of perception, and these will lead us in the most marvelous adventure.
Now, all is calm, intuition, knowledge. Now we are aware of the transcendentalism of the facts. Now we are us and we are ready to show it to the world.
