Against Giants Turning with the Wind
With all my ❤️ I thank you for your ⭐ or 💬 or just for 👀 it.
A 📷 taken by me + Camera Raw
THIS PHOTO IT'S NOT AI 📀
You can look at the Exif data on your right.➡️ in pc, and on phone below the comments 👇
In this golden plain, where the horizon embraces dreams and the land sings with the breeze, the windmills rise like slumbering titans. Here, where Don Quixote saw defiant giants, the struggle between reality and fantasy still echoes.
Their blades, driven by the winds of time, remind us that there is no madness nobler than pursuing impossible ideals. Each windmill holds the essence of an immortal epic, a battle against life's adversities, where imagination triumphs over disillusionment.
Under this sky that witnesses centuries of stories, the windmills stand still, silent witnesses to the greatness of those who, like the knight of the sorrowful countenance, dare to dream.
Against Giants Turning with the Wind
With all my ❤️ I thank you for your ⭐ or 💬 or just for 👀 it.
A 📷 taken by me + Camera Raw
THIS PHOTO IT'S NOT AI 📀
You can look at the Exif data on your right.➡️ in pc, and on phone below the comments 👇
In this golden plain, where the horizon embraces dreams and the land sings with the breeze, the windmills rise like slumbering titans. Here, where Don Quixote saw defiant giants, the struggle between reality and fantasy still echoes.
Their blades, driven by the winds of time, remind us that there is no madness nobler than pursuing impossible ideals. Each windmill holds the essence of an immortal epic, a battle against life's adversities, where imagination triumphs over disillusionment.
Under this sky that witnesses centuries of stories, the windmills stand still, silent witnesses to the greatness of those who, like the knight of the sorrowful countenance, dare to dream.