I could just lie here, with the moon. And my hands caressing its infinity, with random movements in the air. I feel it because it is not there and my feet planted on the ground, revive the sunset that hours ago accompanied me.
I wish all the moons would come, together with my shadows, making them stronger, bigger, more alive. I wish the sunsets would carry me among their pink movements, the orange that in my eyes gets in the way, the flora I make out in the rain. I wish it were so, like the natural, what carries me and does not carry me, like the brutality of disasters, the inevitable movement of the wind and the unexpected death of flowers.
