I long for wild winters and calm storms, meandering streams and a mountain that knows no limits.
I am nature as long as my blood runs red and I return a little more each day to the old ways that allows my spirit to rise. I am wind and rock, embedded with ancient wisdom’s.
I seek those that love as I do and tend to those that do not.
Run with me, naked in the rain and we shall dance until the waters of illusion are clear.
I found home long ago when I listened to the wind and now she blows me into the hills of Hungary calling others on her way.
fRIENDS cOMMUNITY sPIRIT and lAND