Ideas flow in the sands of time. For a moment that seemed to be hidden, intuition grows stronger than a castle.
Procrastination threatens, but desire is greater. "Be water, my friend." In the gentle movement of a head that learnt to create with the body, the sound of something new breaks through the waves.
Do you hear the sea announcing the end of the wait? In this ocean of cola cans and coral sands, playing is also a way of progressing.