"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
Flutequietlyburning in the soulseductivelyspeakingyourlanguage.Smellin the airthatsuggestsyourappearance, refreshmentaftera longandexhaustingnight.Allthosechildrenwho wish to beborn... you'remore thana
womanand thisismore thanlove.
bya hug, shimmering beautyaftera longordeal,
the endof the desert… thatpeacewhichsucceedsmoment after each exhaledair–thenIfeel only you,
because you'remore thana womanand thisismore thanlove.
morningI thinkthat I open my eyes.I'm
thinkingthat every given day is all goldenand this Sun
is always playful.Quietbreezepicks upon the
face, and the skyisso small to gatherallfeelings,
when you'relike adrysealimprintedin my view, one thatI seeconstantly - wherever
Iturn, wherever Ilook. Yourcharacter is
behindallthings, notlike a shadow, but
as areminder: why this lifeis worth every living,whyI’m named the way I am,why I think the way I do, orwhy I writewiththe rightside of the heart… you’ve embedded yourself in a place where there’s nothing but my essence.