Don’t touch this night.
Leave it as it is.
Don’t touch, don’t touch its smooth elegance, the charm of a pitch black sky and a tedious rain falling down as a remote lullaby from nowhere.
Don’t touch the sense of belonging to a world apart, the side where the intimate emotion of love feeds the soul of so many, rearranging and discovering forgotten dimensions and paths.
Don’t touch this night with the warm and scented oil of the memories so dear to me, still pulsing and breathing their own rithm inside my brain.
Let it turn slowly in the dawn, breathing gently the first glimpse of light, the first hints of colour taking life from the monochrome black canvas of the sky.
Turning to life, sensing the vibrations of the colors, all merged and blended in that still undefined painting
Weak lights spotting the horizon stating human presence just behind the blade of water
Night is fading away, the mirror showing now the other side of the life.
Crossing the border again.
A new day in the life.
Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths.