Graveyard of Dreams - Quicksand of Emotions

Meek and small, humble and alone - stumbling in the winds of the worlds, suns have died before they could rise. Sentiments, harmonies fade out in the essence of time. Laughter echoes back from afar. Tears run upstream in the eternity. History rewrites itself. Loops in endless pain. Giving birth to more and more and always the same routine. Thousands skies have broken, cracked under the last of no tomorrow, free thinking just leads to sorrow. When the air is left to breath, no one cares for mischief. Then the blood boils hot and cold, try to vanish in the black hole - these times are when we loose our soul.

Picture 1 Amaia enjoying the snow and her snow boots

Picture 2 Montreal on a beautiful Saturday afternoon

Picture 3 The Park on this little island

Picture 4 Montreal on a beautiful Saturday afternoon

Picture 5 Sliding for grown ups and kids