Blows of Light
Growth in a turquoise sea of unknown lands, where I see liquid forms and bubbles as masks. I fly looking at the floor. There are nightmares.
A map of imaginary frontiers
searches for the wide blue until it reaches hugs of hope. When remembrance of a drained scream gives way to little hands. Then, there are perspectives of each life and sounds of illusion.
Blows of light.