I love the sky in its outstanding glory as it sends its kiss towards the heart of land through the whisphering caress of the wind.I cherish the dancing souls as they walk the surface of this land.I love to hear the music of the wind, the song of the water, the giggles of fire, and the spasms of the earth...I love the concept of the beginnning and the end as it is still the vaguest element in this sanctuary.I hunger for the rich color of one's innocent philosophy, of one's ardent dreams, of one's hidden desires.I want to taste the flavor of of love and it's bliss, of friendship and it's power, of harmony and it's beauty.I love putting to art the lines from a figure, in a sketch book the smiles of a little angel disguised in the body of a child.I long to sing songs from the soul want to swing my body in the rhythm of human melody from the music of the instruments to the clap of thy hands.I want to believe in the magic of the unknown to mankind, to believe the power of one's imagination outside the realms of practicality and of reality.I always want to walk the earth with souls who wear the only color that they have, without the disguise of pretenses and of lies.This are all of interest to me...words may not be heard from me...would it matter? why? Is it because for many, words uttered are the basis of one's character?Well, it is also the basis of the established character's demise, of it's discoloration in the eyes of those who easily plunged in the world of unjust criticism and prejudice, in the abyss of discrimination and pride, of class and power, of greed and lust.Could there be beauty in the plain face of simplicity? Or beauty only lies in the power of materialistic articles?