Black, elegant and silent, deep, mysterious, is profile and line, shadow remembrance and fear, is curve and boundary, is earth and through its cracks filters and runs the light that like water dries up in it.
Light, the first kiss that fertilises the spirit, is in the eyes, in dreams, is the lightning that touches the sea, is cosmic dust, liquid silver that vibrates on the skin, is a sound that's already future.
Tabula rasa... My spirit feeds on Black and Light, in the streets of the mountains, among the stones of the houses, in the shadow of steel, in the silent universe of small spaces, within the white rebellious smoke, in the evening light.
Like lovers, Black and Light embrace, merge, and of them, between reality and spirit, my gaze writes.