21 May 2008

Dreams

There is an anchor in my heart that holds me unrest less and sceptical about human nature. People are strange (Jim Morrison) and not reliable. This is a beach at Algarve, in Portugal, has a lot of anchors in the sand, so I took this picture by chance. We all are anchors that grab the bottom not to going very fast, and, believe me, we are at the bottom.
Speculation on food… Transgenic plants and rights over living being…Human rights…Refuse of humanitarian help…Speculation on oil prices…Human traffic…Paedophiles…War…
Only our romantic view of the world is bearable.