a flash of time that passes, sparkles and turns, seeks the balance of an instant, twirls without falling, weeps the tears of time and carries away the drops of my rain. gazing at the moment of an almost forgotten dream, where the sacred gesture that receives the shapes that settle and are reflected in the light of the white sky is fascinating. breath, tear, flow, dive, I see you, at the foot of the flower. cross the flower under the eyes of the shadow that observes you.