Life, does not begin nor end; immovable, it moves; momentary, it lasts. Light can not be exhausted even when innumerable imageries are projected thereon.

It fills … every shape {edge} to the brim and return to the Source, when imageries break away. What is it that lives, and what is it, that dies ?

Life, does not begin nor end; immovable, it moves; momentary, it lasts. Light can not be exhausted even when innumerable imageries are projected thereon.

It fills … every shape {edge} to the brim and return to the Source, when imageries break away. What is it that lives, and what is it, that dies ?


Darkness … is the canvas with which your light shines upon to grant you form and stories to perceive of your selves. Close your eyes, shut your ears, and what do you see within and without ? 

Luce e Amore .. sempre

Darkness … is the canvas with which your light shines upon to grant you form and stories to perceive of your selves. Close your eyes, shut your ears, and what do you see within and without ? 

Luce e Amore .. sempre

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