What my eyes see

What my eyes see goes to form my mood. Faced with something harmonious, it also harmonizes my spirit. Without conceptual filters, without aesthetic canons. It is a simple and natural bliss: like an anticipation of paradise.
Today begins the second wave of containment. There could be no better contrast. For three weeks we will not be able to leave the confines of our village. In the harmony of nature, I cannot see anything hostile. And I have made this idea: better to die because of illness than because of medical treatment.


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