Luck comrade!

After the thesis  period I’ve been struck by an idea. After  few days I’ve been reading more articles, deepen into the theme of discrimination, with genuine interest, thinking to myself whether this is really supposed to be groundwork for my life; what I did must contain some clue to what I am looking for.

It is actually of human rights, Peace building I’ve been thinking. At night I found myself more pensive than usual, I feel like I was rested on a peak, encircled by messages, info, numbers, laws, notes, reminders, deadlines, and burning bushes and dust from crashes and of powder of stars are golden blushes – I suspect they never meant anything in particular to me, but they are radiant warmth. How incredibly high is still the sky even from a peak, and numbers and laws and notes will just keep going on and on forever, perpetuate  the pageant of dust of stars.
So, now I come back to sleep, and the visions of reality are dismissed, I’ll lay down with wonder and hope— Luck comrade! Erudite and clever friend, minded vision of Beauty , you are the only person I could talk to about this sort of thing over and about the uncertain issue with future.