There is not always a mission and not always a philosophy in the choices which we make. The place we want to go to is not always clear, sometimes the way we want to go is not even known.

We have the choice to go, to follow our emotions, to build our dreams without knowing the lines or profiles. We have decided ‘why’ but not ‘what’ thus giving meaning to the way we take but not our destination.

It is as if our ideas do not have a home, they are not sure, but as if the desire just to walk and be happy were in our soul. Just this: destiny without appearance.

Is this not why we love the sky so much?
Because it is immense, it is above us and it alludes us. It makes things which are near seem far and brings
the stars up so close.