El remanso de aire

bajo la rama del eco…

El remanso de tu boca

bajo espesura de besos.

The still waters of the air

under the bough of the echo…

The still waters of your mouth

under a thicket of kisses.

– Federico García Lorca –

Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.

– Virginia Woolf – The Waves

The opening of a window

Onto the rapture

Find the world

Shining in me

My senses consciously falling

Make love

By touching infinity

Movement

Take a little conscious lesson

Today I matter

We’re just waking up …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PtYHlmZTFa4

– Elizabeth Fraiser – Underwater