Life can be like a swamp, a lush place, ready to unleash all its potential, but, at the same time, bogging us down in our torments, where every attempt to get out seems to plunge us back in and anchor us even further.
Life can be like space, with its deadly, oppressive silence and shattering explosions, evaporating all particles struggling to maintain their unity.
In this asphyxiating chaos, sometimes aggressive, often sad and always, a few gleams light up in the darkness, a few phantasmagoric beings that seem to swim up the acid currents and block them, giving breath to the sailor stranded on a raft assembled by the shreds of his soul.
These stars cast their benevolent glow before the footsteps of this lost animal who wants to believe he's human, and breathe their breeze to keep him moving.
