CHRONICLE My parents tough me that love without kindness doesn’t bring the spring. It was always cold winter in my home. I grew up in a Red world, they transformed my head into a public toilet. I moved to a Blue one then, and they changed me into a chronic abuser. I was sinking in the bottom of a black bottle for years, shouting, but my scream only woke up the dead fishes. A wise man, then showed me the way. So, I put up my walking shoes and I walked on a rainbow for years. Till I found myself in the island of acumen, but it was full of sharks that scared me away. I went on, in my journey. I’ve been in a thousand places. Met a thousand people. Heard a thousand stories. Yet, it took me time to found out That love was the meaning of life. Love makes you complete. Love makes you believe. Love makes you go on. Love is surprising and forgiving. Now, every time I look in the mirror, I recognize my own shape. #visualpoetryaboutlife#visualpoetryvideo#visualart#visualpoetry#videoarts#video#conceptartists#conceptualvideo#conceptualvideography#barcelonavideo#conceptualart#videos#conteporaryvideo#contemporaryartist#contemporary_artist#modernvideo#poetrycommunityofinstagram#poetry#bcn_life#videography#videografer#videogram#artconcept#artx#artc#artxtalent#artxmaster#moonlime#creatart#imaginationart