Puzzle pieces

That's my winged white horse: the love of my fate created day after day. The love of my duty, the love of my utopia. That's my white winged horse, it has always been, not so clearly expressed as I feel it now. It is not philantropy, it is a high devotion for the joy of life and the real map of pieces my life is composed by, tiny and precious pieces of human beings I met all along my days. Some remains for ever, some remains enough time to fit with some others. That´s me, that´s my entire existence. That´s why puzzle pieces is my passion, my endless skiny tattoo along my veins. White winged horse that makes me fly away, which I left aside two times in my lifetime. Wanna ride?