Behind, the sun bids farewell, a burning blight on the horizon. The evening offers an impressive farewell, with its last lights embracing the origin and enveloping the silence of present absences.
The smell of nightfall enters my dreams, like a mother-night with its wet grass and its ceiling of stars.
An accomplice lantern illuminates notebooks written from beginning to end, the cathartic writings of a weirdo. Words, words, words, words, that soothe my restless mind, trying to calm its unstoppable maelstrom.
The illuminated spectacle doesn't fit in my eyes, but goes deep inside me, taking me into an interdimensional spiral.
In that place, I am the child-woman walking between times, retracing and exploring memories and possibilities. In this spiral, I meet the pure essence of my being, connected to the magic and energy that flows through all dimensions.
In this corner of my existence, I immerse myself in a universe of intertwined dreams and realities, where the girl and the woman converge in an eternal dance. Here, time melts away, and I find myself in a state of plenitude, embracing all the facets of my being.
The evening whispers secrets to me through its last lights, and I receive them with gratitude and admiration. In this interdimensional spiral, I lose myself and find myself, discovering the beauty and wonder that exists beyond the tangible.
