Living life, one flight at a time
He has been touched by an angel at birth;
Probably his mother.
At a very early age, his papa introduced him to the
Man made birds that leave fields to go play with the clouds.
That is when he first started to notice the magic of the birds
making one with the blue of the sky and silently wished he too could fly.
Soon after that, came his fascination and intrigue for the wonders of the universe
and his fondness to seek beauty in places where only few can see.
He opened his heart and his beautiful mind
to the wonders of the universe and never stopped since.
He's got this unquenchable thirst for experiencing life at a higher level
in more than one way.
Under and above the clouds.
He can hear, see and feel the splendour of our world like only few can.
I think his parents did not have a clue by then and still don't get it... today.
Once upon a few times, a place, called hell by many,
left a mark as permanent as the signature of a DNA marker on a cell.
The distinctive aroma of the streets in Kabul seduced him
The touching laughter of the children in those streets made his heart smile
The infinite beauty of the HinduKush took his breath away
The subtle perfume of the flowers in the desert became a secret calling
Hence all those memories written in the countless colours of sand
Forever and a day… where all becomes possible.

Very few people will give you flowers if you are number two
in the eyes of society.
Christiaan is this type of accomplished man,
he can see and appreciate beyond superficialities.

Namaste Christiaan
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I hope you like what you do to me and how i can translate this with 2 of your images.
Thank You for being who you are...
And You, the reader, You might be next ;)
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