Individual pieces

• A dense, timeless twilight summons us to the eternal grove. — Hours do not pass in a timeless eternity. An immense instant in an endless unfolding. An absolute Now that holds a suspended silence. Every moment within a nothingness in which everything happens.
• Reality merged with its shadow. — A dream without cause, a wounded heart, a contingent cove forged from possibilities. From its dark underside, reality, daughter of time, rises without words.
• Opening the message of a language unknown to us. — I look and wish to see, but the gaze should be another. The real hides in the deep of night.
• The lightness of what never existed. — The world overflows with absences. In the silent fullness of what never was, becoming prevails in the muffled dripping of existence.
• Time strips my memories bare. — We are not masters of our memories, while the shadows point us to the black nostalgia of what has been, high in the green-gold of dusk.
• On tiptoe we cross the dark groves. — Just when I thought I had all the answers, they changed the questions. Darkness spreads its dense wings in a night crested with stars.
• It was only a moment. — Nothing withstands the outrage of the hours. A season that comes and goes. And yet, its beauty will be eternal.
• An uncertain song prepares us. — In a blackness of endless gods, the sunflowers dream of their sun, while the swaying of their stems is heard.
• And time slowly stripped away the ancient innocence of the carnations. — Time steals the original purity of things upon the wasteland of dreams. The sun rules the open sky while the indifferent horizon yawns.
• I strive to be what I ought, as lightning flashes among the shadows. — One is what one can be, and what one knows how to be, amid the clamour of what has been, while becoming slowly fades memory away.
• The infinite whispering its immortal silence. — Nothing is, in the desolate infinite, realm of the gods where nothing begins or ends.
• What is born arrives marked by time. — Time and its black gardens. That faceless master who conjures our heartbeat. I feel the whisper of the instant become my master.
• The lily could not endure in the dark garden of oblivion. — Among lilies of glass and nameless light, silence wove its web of oblivion over the golden hills, now without memory. Beauty cannot withstand indifference.
• We never stood a chance. — Prisoner of the sun and the sea, I am invisible to the eternal. You are the little that suffices you. Barely your own.
• Light keeping vigil over masterless souls. — Locked outside the world, escaped into a silence that sees us without looking at us. The moon, always alone.