ISLANDS PASSENGER
Clouds passing over head, I imagine that there is an archipelago of islands up there made islands surrounded by water vapor blue everywhere. From these islands reflects the sea and Suddenly, there's no up nor down, neither heaven nor earth, everything is far and near, is part of the high, stained the same color indefinitely.
These islands are temporary and dissolve slowly in the eyes, creating changing forms shown to disappear after a moment, as if they were included in the changing background of a mirror.
The sea and sky, both vast and deep, I never tire of watching them. Only a thin line drawn in the background distinguishes the two planes, the horizon shows the limit of what is seen and does not cost so imagine the terror of old, when the world was flat and the oceans were discharged at the end of the world in finis terrae , rushing into the darkness and emptiness consumed by the thrill of something unknown that attracts and repels at the same time.
The sea and sky, the perfect couple. One reflects the colors of the other as a large body of water, blue, clear day, green, lead-gray winter, purple storm ... Their moods are contagious, you can not be happy if the other is sad and between these two emerging giants small pieces land. Islands, that make us dream of an existence without any rush and watches, home islands, the climate is mild by definition in the islands of dreams and friendly nature allows us to inhabit, we are one with it, we again in paradise, surrounded by vast oceans of air and water.
Isabel Cuadrado
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