The Hunter With Wings


It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.

The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.

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Monday, March 31, 2008

The Glider






























































I’m seeing the world from another perspective, far from the above, I'm a wild bird. The soar that is so powerful and I can hear and feel the wind speed beneath my wings. The world is a wide open ground for growth and transforms limitless beliefs.

The wind is the whistler, the melody accompanied my way to freedom. The storm, the nemesis that motivates me flight from danger, and trigger my instinctual fighting for survival.

Gliders, born with a nomadic nature, never halt.