You slowly open the rusty doors of life walking carefully not to crush immaculate carpet of roses; you wait to hear merry twittering of the birds in the morning myst; you want to understand good and evil; just ask for a bit of love made of a nice thought and figure; you live with the illusion of existence you carry on every day; you look at a sunrise and a sunset; you leave the world's hands watching . . . a sunrise and a sunset. This is a poem I wrote and I think it matches the idea of this photo - our continuous struggle with life. I hope I've translated in a poetic way and I appologize - it is the first time I translate my writings from romanian to english.