M. Syre

Born millions of years ago, perhaps before the birth of Time, I plunged myself into the hyper-waves of creativity; but when I freed my face and looked up around me, the horse of Time was galloping with a very blistering pace away from me. I made a huge loop of my art on the rope of my passion and threw it over this horse. I have not been able to... more »

Born millions of years ago, perhaps before the birth of Time, I plunged myself into the hyper-waves of creativity; but when I freed my face and looked up around me, the horse of Time was galloping with a very blistering pace away from me. I made a huge loop of my art on the rope of my passion and threw it over this horse. I have not been able to tame the horse but I know I would compel it to take me over its back to the coming generations.

Yes, friends, this is a fight between Man and Time. Anyone who has the loop of art and the rope of passion would excel and at least sit over this horse. Beware of being dragged by the horse with your own rope. « less