Log: Moments and people in my way

An ordinary day...
for some kids of these days

Parallel lifes
and nothing more...

Return of the prodigal son
There are young people that leave home
in hopes of fame and glory,
some goes lost... others find their way home

Passengers through life...
some are statues...
some grow old...
others just invisible

Hostile times
sometimes...
bad weather is the mirror the human soul

King Nothing
a mountain, a tree and a man...
what else is out there?

Escaping from myself