Hiding dreams

In the corners of the painting, as in the corners of time, a dream is born wavering between hope and fear, between hope and brokenness. Colors blend like emotions in the depths of the soul, where the light seems dim as if looking for a way out, while lines and geometric structures intertwine like bridges connecting the possible and the impossible, between truth and Mirage. It's not just brush strokes, but a reflection of human conflicts, in which a dream hesitates in the face of reality, looking for shelter, for a safe corner in which to hide away from the cruelty of reality.  

Pale blue intertwines with black shadows, as a struggle between hope and fear, while touches of yellow and gold glow like fleeting memories of a light, trying to make its way through the fog. The tangled lines dance like the threads of fate that connect dreams with the edges of reality, oscillating between sharpness and fluidity, between rebellion and submission. Just as dreams hide in the corners of the human psyche, the details of this painting hide in the depths of its colors, waiting for those who look closely to discover its essence.  

And in the eyes of peoples, dreams are not just fleeting visions, but miniature homelands teetering on the edge of the possible. There are those who pursue her despite the storms, and there are those who are afraid of confrontation, hiding behind the curtains of fear. We see her on the noisy streets of cities, between the muffled walls of silence, in forgotten alleys, embodied in the eyes of children who gaze at the sky, and hearts that cling to a hope as pure as the light of Dawn. The peoples who fought for their freedom have always been in conflict with this hidden dream, the one that is afraid to become a mirage if it hits the wall of harsh reality.  

When a dream hides, it does not mean that it is over... He is waiting for the moment when he finds the courage to fly.