Try to think as much as you want on the flow of a new day, nothing will change. You’ll be all the more frustrated you will be a prisoner of your mood, the slow erosion of your thoughts and obscure reasons that govern the universe, things will never change, just as was predicted by King Solomon. This would also be remarkable if it was possible to benefit from the experience of long forgotten paths, their nuances and grace. It is of course not to shoot pictures as flat films, but a real world in all its splendor with the sights, sounds, taste and smell, and sense of time . What time? No matter where, no matter! For example how were colored clothing in medieval times? It is difficult to imagine a serene sky usually somewhat cloudy evolving slowly over the castles of the time filled with the sounds of forgotten words. Obviously, when a fight is at its peak, the blood is red, the swords are sharp and death is real. Unfortunately, the problems of medieval Europe are still of contemporary politics and are still part of the story.

This situation is serious and persistent pain. Somewhere in a thick forest of lovers kissing and feelings are the same as in modern times, times that have not lost their romance despite the advent of the electronic age. Imagination is a great hideout for poets, philosophers and other insane. One day, our reality will be the same dance another pale imagination, our history and its importance relegated following their interests. Sometimes I feel that I breathe the air of those forgotten times, I read their thoughts, as I discover their emotions and dreams as if they were mine. I feel that I am a principal part of their past or their future to unfold. I feel as if I was ready to start the day in this country who are forgotten and the name of “The Joy of common sense.” .