I loose myself in these superstitions. Landscape of mystic signs.

They talk about unhealthy obsessions. They try to read between the lines. “Stop being naive, forget these tall tales. You're too old to believe in such craziness. Your childhood is over. It’s time to grow up. Your mind is flooded with foolishness.”

Last night, a black cat crossed my path, in the glowing moonlight. I went in search of a four-leaf clover, to reverse the curse. Butterfly Kisses and Ladybug Wishes.

Number thirteen brings me luck, especially on Fridays. Broken mirrors, ladders and pavement cracks.

Are you too rational to believe in superstitions?

Stop being blind. Forget all the rules. Open your mind, only you can choose. Let yourself be lulled by this mystical breath. Without magic, life is meaningless.