Once it was a garden of animals. Some years later, a hunting area. The aristocracy of Prussia chased deers and wild pigs. Nowadays it is a green area inside Berlin. Well... In fact, the day I took these photos it was a white area. I talked with a muse of the forest. She promised me tons of inspiration. On the limbs of the fir trees, I found lost words, secret messages, outlaw verses, hidden rage waiting the liberation, hidden love waiting the proclamation of the beauty's government. I stepped the silent snowy ground, and it was soft like an impossible mattress. My children played and laughed. They read the merry stories imprinted in the core of the forest. The white forest of Tiergarten harbors the magical power of the mind. I belong to Tiergarte and I will go back there.
Order is not enough. If the order appears because of the repression... If there's no freedom, what will the life be like? Safety, order, uniformity, silence, urban harmony, richness, dominion... What are those goals for... if we are not free to dream, fly, change the life, overcome all that is established, run away from routine, seek a newer world? What would our prestige be for if we were'n able to sit on a beach and sing a song to the sunset in a warm summer night? What is our elegant suit for if it denies us the pleasure of feeling the wind, the sand, the sun, the water... in our whole skin? What is our life for if we don't experience surprise? It doesn't do any good to grab gold chains if they are heavy and ungrateful. We are born to be free.