Dear Siren, whenever I see sunsets, they disturb me 

by their continuous re-perfection to re-emerge in different perfect versions.




Existential re-perfection, 

tonight a completely different version



Fragment and fragment, translate your Soul 

into something extraordinary. Unlike anything else.



This fragment and you, 

elusive intersection 



Your Soul moves as a conjunction. 

Existence is an art of combination. 



Melting concepts, 

re-emerging art scene



Once art connects the seemingly unconnectable, 

reality re-adapts.



More daring definitions of freedom

not-yet-discovered address



Save the whales 

and the black market of redemption.



Falling Angel, 

not-yet-tamed version of your future Self