27/06/2018
When I write, I feel it coming, the words follow, like the waves of an ocean pulled by a superior force, outside the earth itself, caused by the moon, the sun and law of Physics, Gravity, to which everything, everyone is forcibly submissive , except the universe, with a dynamic come and go, front to rear, of blue salty water and only writing them down could make them still.
The energy and the wind are the helpers, they create this stir, a beautiful oscillation, that the eyes could see, and that the mind could admire. It’s like my thoughts in action, it’s like this same instance, a moment of focus, a connection with my own self, an admirable sensation.
