Novi_sad

I like the transparency of faces.

The plethora of denies would fade him out. But he was still listening to the sky.
Its sounds, the movements and signals up/down there, tend to hide the fact that the intersidereal space is mainly made from void and silence.

Despite their numbers and dimensions, the planets, the stars, the galaxies, remain infinitesimally small when compared to the spaces in which they evolve. Listening to the sky is listening to the deepest of all silences. The size of the cosmic abysses that separate the stars is frightening. Nothing moves there, and no sound can be heard.

But he was still listening to the sky…

And he didn’t have any idea of Johannes Kepler (1571-1630) and his “Tabulae Rudolphinae: quibus astronomicae” No, not at all.

He didn’t like the fog in his friend’s faces. But he listened that a new technology could generate electricity from the waves. And that biofuel reaktors are developing rapidly. Everything is happening rapidly, developing or collapsing. This is the 21st Century. And it is fast.

And stars are making darker the darkness of the sky.

During his nightmares, he was whispering to the walls of his room, that Serge Berna was a brave man, indeed. And that only those who turn their back to the public could generate “innovation.” And he was listening to the sky. His favourite number was 7, the number of continents and the number of the holes in human skull.

And, and, and… And his favourite statement was that “truth” is the reaction of things when we are misbehaving to them.

But he was still listening to the sky…

…And then, the morning light woke me up.

It was a blonde day.

And blonde days are transparent, like the faces i like.