Whispering Nature

Can a television hold our dreams?
Can a box preserve our memories?
Can a dark room turn into a wheat field?

The objects around us transport us into their universes, changing and distorting our sensorial perception.

And you can hear the wind blowing from the north, and the noise of the cars speeding by.
And you can smell the freshly grown daisies and the crushed violets.
And it all seems so real but it is just a secret, whispered between me and my four concrete walls.

Whispering Nature

Can a television hold our dreams?
Can a box preserve our memories?
Can a dark room turn into a wheat field?

The objects around us transport us into their universes, changing and distorting our sensorial perception.

And you can hear the wind blowing from the north, and the noise of the cars speeding by.
And you can smell the freshly grown daisies and the crushed violets.
And it all seems so real but it is just a secret, whispered between me and my four concrete walls.