The glances fly in search of the color that reflects the sun in our gray cities, in which the secrets behind the cement are hidden.
Weightless we dive through the sky where the prisms of nature remind us of what color is.
We are eager of dreamlike limits, only achievable in our own dreams. These limits, reflections of the borders, hold us and retain us in one place, weightless, unable to fly higher, fly with freedom, sailing with the wind in a world without limits, without borders.
Let's cut the chains of silk that drown us, which prevent us from seeing, remembering and finding the true meaning of our being