white. sparkles of light reflected like stars in a night without horizons. spiral under the snow. every step recalling me to the present moment. firm, stable, adequate support for moving always forward, on the ice, to the center, arrived – eyes closed, five breaths, then departure, exiting. everything around a landscape of nothingness, cancelled white and asleep. time is a vague illusion, and I am in another world, so different from the spiral of summertime illuminating the world within, memories with indescribable colors ignited by the sun, nostalgia for a forgotten lifetime – told by the dance of emotions and the birds who sing the score of my DNA. finished, salutation. another cycle closed, until the next one – always in ascension.
bianco. scintille di luce riflesse come stelle d’una notte senza orizzonte. spirale sotto la neve. Continue reading