In and out of color
I stand
Being sheltered by vastness, movement and depth
Embedded in the bosom of human nature

In and out of rhythm
Intertwined to the suspended time
Willingly listening and looping myself
Coiling like a smoke within the beat.

I am always ready to emerge
Like a being emerging from a soft shell
Begging to evolve to surround and to immerse
To be one with the music of nature
To form a window of imagination and dreams

I am always like an eye that doesn’t sleep
For fear of loosing moments
Yes, moments passing by without noticing,
Like the summer breeze.

In and out of rhythm
I am open like the wild sea
To form, to crystallize to be the dance and the dancer of imagination, at the same time

In and out of illusion
I move and curl and I curl and move
Sheltered between on shape and another
I rise above the beat and space and form
Shackled and bonded by shades of color

Like a wild inhibitor I tremor
Within the rhythm of that tremor my thoughts are pregnant
I sway.
I pass to be like a beam of light
In a flash I materialize
I stand to reflect reverse and delay form movement to movement

I arrive revealed a little shy
I see the center, and it becomes one with my thought
In and out of color
I stand