"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell." W. Shakespeare, Macbeth

To Isa

Through the frame, as through a mirror, I see your image again, prisoner of glass architectures and invisible chains. As a fallen angel you have found yourself in a social game that was too hard to understand, in the shadows of distorted perceptions and the inability to see your own reflection and recognize whom was looking back to you. We will meet again, free angels in the desert; out of that dream and out of that abyss, and we will observe each other silently among the storms of our universes, with the hearts filled with love. This work is a tribute, a tribute to someone who is no longer here, but who will always be with me, in my memories, in my heart. This wants to be a way to remember who is weaker, those who sometimes feels forgotten in a world too fast, that does not wait. There will be us, silent guardians, angels of the desert on a turquoise sky.