Spirals

Soho, Londres. July, 2011.

There are days where everything seems to fit in a structured silent symphony that you're not able to hear, but you feel somehow is playing at the distance.

The rush, the Milky Way, the absolute beauty of Maths and their mysteries, spirals, Japanese postcards, fight fire with gasoline (or petrol, for that matter), forgotten bottles of wine, old realizations that appear new, and new determinations that have the force of thousands of thoughts revolving around my head. Energy, you know, it's just a matter of transform it.

I'm out now. The Sun awaits.



*This photo is now in my Etsy Shop.