Like a bouquet of flourishing flowers, a gift.

What was she thinking? Is it important, her hair? No, her hair is her beauty, it tells her life story. So maybe it is important.

On the stage, moving in the shadows, makes him mysterious, appealing. What will he do next?

It had deep shines within the darkness. The most magical I could find. A whole world in one form.

I saw this with my own eyes, and still cannot believe it. Where is all that beauty coming from?

Water flows, pulling the beauty down under, as no force has done before. Is it magic or does dark await it?

Like chestnuts smell in the autumn breeze, they come fly as they always have been here, caressing us with their light, the butterflies.

It calms me down, I can look into it for hours. There is a very delicate story hiding behind the scenes.

It was a stormy night. From where I was standing it seemed like at any given moment, the world stood still, like a picture.

I remember the pools in Yellowstone. It was magical.

She exposed her heart, and now, it is not just hers. They all have a piece of her heart. Sometimes that is the way it supposed to be on stage.

It took her far, far a way, to the land of spring and summer, where it never snows. Where life is as light as a feather.

The bird holds the stone, it is in her heart, she will have to release the immense powers within her to fly free.

It is kicking, screaming, giving birth. Moving and forming a new world at any given moment.

The universe does not have a form. It is given. Until I become the universe, this is my world, my universe.

I move slowly, only one red-orange speck, flowing in that pool of magic. Moving naturally in the endless universe. We are all one speck.

It's calm but very strong. Life force is ticking inside.