What is this about?
Very easy. My childhood was an infinite source of happiness for me. For some reason, my imagination took me along wonderful paths almost every day. I was a lot of things deep in my heart.
In my childhood I was:
- Inventor (a real one: someone who creates spaceships, robots and time machines)
- Ruler of the world
- Time traveller
- Tibetan monk, with third eye, astral projections, (the whole pack)
- Holy father (yes, no less than the Roman Catholic Pope)
I don't know if my childhood was very strange, or just normal. But I do know that it was extremely sweet.
It was happiness, it was beauty, it was a never ending dream that even now I have not still awaken. I want that dream to have a chance to infect you.
I want it to make us grow and smile, instead of fading away in sour ashes.