The 25th of December

I woke up at the magic hour of the 25th of December,

There was a subtle beauty in the light and I was the floating amber.    

In the golden ceremony I was just a pure vibrating member, 

And the calmed seas overflowed my windows with peaceful numbers. 

That morning told me a new true about perfection,

And all those magician birds were the chorus creator of that dimension.

And then I felt your body,

And I couldn’t even speak:

I was at the peak, at the very border, at the waterfall of my weakness transition with a video recorder.  

And I smiled. 

I am a fragile and complex sphere,

With Air, Fire, Earth and Water inside my hemispheres.

I have been waiting for you so long,

Take my fruit and you will become a song.     

What an enchanted dawn,

What a balanced morning,

I shoot you with my true hoping not to cease until my Diaspora.        

A Quiet Immersion

Presenting A Quiet Immersion, an ode to silence, because image is our mother language. Humankind needs sounds and images to represent their emotions and their history in this planet, because they mark its identity. We embrace silence and we believe it moves us to the dimensions of our eternal memory. 

The Memory of the Waters

Every night I can hear the waves hitting the rocks with all the fury of the sea, it’s now like music to me.  It reminds me my lover; it reminds me the night of my soft sacrifice.  That beautiful, colorful and enlightened night when everyone came to Earth from everywhere just to testify those times.  I was so innocent and transparent: I was like a drop of pure gold falling down into your aggressive waters.  They were waiting for me…  But suddenly I woke up and I was another person in another body.  I was so confused and I asked myself, “what was that?”,  while I was trying to recover my breath, crying.  No response, no answers but the deep silence of the night.   “It’s just a dream”, I thought…