We are all in different degrees plunged into a routine, we turn around just like gold fishes, repeating unceasingly every day, every month, even every year our habits and our rituals.
An event can quickly come and disturb that monotony but the routine comes quickly back to the bocal.
And when we try to escape the aquarium, we fall into another one.
I observe what is around me, curious by the littlest details which make my landscape.
The only thing to get out of the routine, is to keep on dreamin' and finally to keep our youth look which creates and compiles these treasures.
An event can quickly come and disturb that monotony but the routine comes quickly back to the bocal.
And when we try to escape the aquarium, we fall into another one.
I observe what is around me, curious by the littlest details which make my landscape.
The only thing to get out of the routine, is to keep on dreamin' and finally to keep our youth look which creates and compiles these treasures.