I FEEL:

I feel a longing for someone. For someone I once was. I miss being.
I feel like I'm already the very lack of being. I feel, and that's all.
Today a ray of sunlight reflected on a flower, pierced through my eyes, danced in my nerves, and made me light too. It crossed the sky to lodge in my contemplator's dreams. I come from the earth to take my sunbath and lie down. Will I take the images with me? I aimed my sorrows at the night about that and cried. I know I need beauty. I want it like I want eternity. The eternity that is not time extended like a clothesline in the sun. It's much more. The impossible. The balance between all contradictions. The answers already contained in each question and vice versa.
Sometimes, it's like I'm insisting on hurting. I'm great at suffering.
I do pirouettes. I can even express my suffering and share it among men. My source is known to all. I have an unbridled thirst for the inevitable. I really want to be sensitive and lucid enough to spill the consciousness of death without measure. Not without fear, because that's for the weak. I want to tremble to the roots of my hair by looking at the abyss with my own eyes. To look at everything that is beautiful without vices, without dogmas, without certainty of anything. Simply to float.

// Oil on Canvas handmade painted by Susano Correia. The NFT represents the digital piece.