SlipperChapo

Rolling in Dreams

The morning was unkempt, from all those unfinished colors that lasted for a blink of a memory. And I decided to go beyond, to that place where they were waiting for me. During the journey, I saw, in all things an anonymous spirit, the footprints; and I contemplated tirelessly, in the mysterious bright nights, the holy nudity of the stars….

Everything surrounding me is filled with its own life, every corner I find, tells me its experience. And, humbly, I learn… and I get carried away.

Every day is special and unique, each person is a treasure in itself… and such, without noticing it, I end up living those moments I always dreamt about, in which I pictured myself walking, and with few words, I build magenta afternoons for migratory birds, with shoulders burnt with happiness and the night arriving at sleep.