It has been a long time since something as short as water has drawn me in. In the face of the morning, I reached out my hand with a "let's meet" gesture. With Owen and Natalie, I found myself in a long walk under the rain. There are mists in our minds, bright and haughty thoughts, verb options in front of them, and of course, fears... They know that it's not easy to expand oneself within this business. In this time and on this earth where everyone has waged a merciless war to resemble each other; Natalie and Owen, -as their names suggest, very far from everywhere- with their feet swaying on a rocky peak, their thoughts colliding, but where such noble words are not spoken, because they know they are there with the resistance that they have to live their lives, with the rhythm and the truth, a human encounter that does not burn and destroy -someone other than oneself- with anger.
Ursula, as we walked, the huge world where I collected its stone-shells,,