I climbed upon a clearing where I peacefully watch the sea, the hills, peaks and canyons, cliffs and the lush vegetation, clouds and islands. There I made myself a home, brought my wife and dog, made love feel at home. In the air there is faith, silence, God. On the earth there is stone, wood, water. Everything is imbued with truth; no dodges, lies, copies, fashion, comfort, laziness ... everything is somehow made to my measure, simple, modest, natural.
The real life began to develop right here, without needless additions and extra spiced contemporary features. To strike the Mediterranean stone with my palm, to offer my body fresh water streams and to my soul the warmth of burning logs in the fireplace...these are the experiences which I live for. I chose the dream far away from the world in some special kind of loneliness, of isolation and spiritual freedom. I found my own hidden paradise. This is where I must create.
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