Whispers - The Waltz of the Eagle

A strident cry tears the heavens. From Paris to Reykjavik, the Eagle tells me a little insignificant story to all appearances. My being is shaken. My words and my aches liberate themselves... The silence whispers to me the secrets of a hidden universe. The veil of mystery rises up... The Eagle invites me to follow his steps. All the encounters take me away into the whirling of his thousand tempos waltz...
Surrounded by sublime nature, the buried sensations, the emotions emerge again. I let myself going. I am naked. I reach an invisible, unpredictable... The Eagle whispers to me : "Your path in Iceland will be the most painful one and the most sublime one. ".