"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
Shadows of the Moon gently enter
my room. They fill all this empty space with tender play, giving colours to the
air, in another dark night full with mystic. Deep silence echoes from the
shadows giving them form; while in that secret spot where they attain their
shape, one can hear a gentle resounding of peace, heavenly sound originating
from the creation of all that enchantment. It’s strange how the spirits of the
Moon are created from silence and dark.
They don’t show themselves for
many, they’re shy like tender dandelions and fragile like snowflakes. When they’re
created in front of the tenderness of a man, they stay beside him giving melody
to his silence, offering him a guiding beat to the rhythm of his heart;
irrevocably becoming that solace which is lacking, nesting in his dreaming soul
to offer him the long wanted embrace. They circle around him creating shell of
love, protecting him like a butterfly in a tender hand, while the man’s
exploring his potentials in deep dreams.