Poem. Touch, 2015.

Like the electric torrent,

true spark that cause two clouds that generate life.

Life that is lived, inhaled, motive of the soul that is erected in architecture.

A silent meditation leads the presence towards calm,

to the primary light that contains all the colors.

Tilling your two hands on my surrendered skin,

meticulous about you.

Creating a body-to-body reading with the heartbeat as a witness and soundtrack.