TIME TO GROW
If we imagine that each person is a building for themselves, a self-sufficient skyscraper, or standing upright on the top of a one, looking at the perfect blue sky, enthralled by the moment of personal success.
Does it happens too often that you are on top, but unable to see the horizon just because you are dazzled by your dream?
Who gave us our dreams? Are they created from fragments, our fascinations with the invisible or the tangible? The voice that moves us forward, is it ours, or its the voice of society?