Painting oil over wood
We are pedestrians of an universal journey,
wearing a modest tunic,
undressed additional added tricks.
our passage during this trip
is wanding around our own temple,
where there are memories, feelings and experiences
under each arch and each turn.
life. And a bundle of images.
in the background the open arch takes us
to our Shangri-La, to the new Jerusalem.
the cosmic road melts into an intellect spark
which has a peak of emotions.
A new sparkle that will fill a new being:
The new Temple.
