Description

It is the spine, the core of a story that elapses firmly, without asking for permission. It is the wind sweeping everything in its path, it is water that drains, while a leaf falls; a look, a sunset, a flushed tear, the sigh of lover. And suddenly, again, Life bursts out, as a colored fan, a radiant lighting, a reopening to the game and a jigsaw that one more time, comes together. It is the field being covered in flowers when everything starts all over again.