When the perfect life, perfect does not seem.. When the trappings, the attention to detail, tired .. When certainties that seem solid, flake, crumble, lose consistency, importance.. We take refuge in a parallel world to measure us although the truth is that, in the life of every day there are no castles, but skyscrapers, palaces. The palace is a sprawling city, the secret are actually underground subways.
In all those experiences in which our being is pushed to the limit of potential, and in addition, in those cases we understand that there is no detail goes overlooked, neglected. I speak not of the usual accessories, but all that is living.
In the everyday hectic passing we often lose awareness of what really matters, what really needs to be preserved, guarded.. Our happiness, our security, our person.
In all those experiences in which our being is pushed to the limit of potential, and in addition, in those cases we understand that there is no detail goes overlooked, neglected. I speak not of the usual accessories, but all that is living.
In the everyday hectic passing we often lose awareness of what really matters, what really needs to be preserved, guarded.. Our happiness, our security, our person.










