Photo by J.B., 2016
The air is lighter and invades me so deeply into my chest and into my mind to enrapture my grey perverse soul beyond me and this weighty world's weird The air is lighter and tempts me and my body so I climb quickly to find my peace place. In the refuge I mix and confuse dreams and memories and silence and silence
Mezzalama Shelter, August, 19th 2016
Thank you to my sister LedaEuropa for her suggestions!