por Marcella Marx
I remember
Should I dare trust my memory?
It seduces me
creating possibilities to overcome its limits
going back and forward continuously.
So unreal
tempting and betraying.
Imaginary is my universe.
I remember
waves that strongly break on the shore and keep on stretching over the sand…
till they return, carrying dreams to the great sea.
Endless movement
action
reaction
again and again
life.
Unpredictable is the sea.
