We look at the celestial structures
We weep the ancient vertebrae of the wind
We look for the sun in the winter
And we sing the beauty of the breeze.
We touch the sounds of the ocean
We rose the icy lament
We cast the rocks of anguish
We lost the jewels of memory.
We fight for dawn and secrecy
We feel the caresses in the sky
We dance the morning away in the storm
We dream with the fury of the pigment
We fell into glory without ostentation.
We go out for life in a segment
Flying in the ruins of the Desert
And we hear the corridor in its fragment
In lunar avenues of your breath...
Photography by Lui III