Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Looking beyond the horizon

Walking in the dunes, the wind blowing in my hair and birds flying above me. I am on the highest point now, where I can see beyond the horizon. 

The sounds of the ocean and the birds, they're like magic. The endless sound that goes further and further. 

New beginning, new chances. You can go anywhere, if you look beyond the horizon, where I remember my fairytale again.

Monday, April 2, 2012

From seeds to flowers

Walking through this blossoms, a very fresh spring breeze and a very little sunray. 

Everyone is born as a seed, everyone turns into a flower. Everyone is a different one, not every flower is so seductive and smell as good as Miss Dior.