In T[I'M‪]‬

In T[I'm] is a book in which I wanted to gather some wreckage that was left inside and put it on the waves of a disrupted lyrical movement in which flash-backs and glimpses of life happen just like story-telling and journals, travels and dreams of the kind you would name. It is a journey, this book, the hopping, laughing, gracefully sliding on the road sometimes, other times most awfully expressed some feelings revealing true human nature (when put to the wall, when pushed to the limit: how would you react?) - a journey through history, a journey through times and spaces willing to explore and back home, the places to discover and rediscover once more.
There is poetry, there is beauty and there is ugliness in this work; there is dirt and there is something precious, something I couldn't let go to forever. Something you wouldn't let go to but with lots of tears and trouble taken: something everyone holds dear to once they get to know and everybody wants when they don't have but see in others and other places. A search of something beautifully shaped is what I propose. It is of mud and dirt that many houses got build, right? Well, find what's gold and what can be reshaped and transformed into 'a house of your dreams'.
"After the storm peaceful times come, serene and wonderful."