IN THE SEA, IN GARDENS AND IN THE TEMPLE
A ghost postcard


I need to apprehend this place in images, it is urgent. There are already nine months invisible, clinging to what I was, understanding where I am and what I can do. During uncertainty, everything must continue to function and a little humility forces me to find some of that hidden beauty that I wanted so badly before coming. Wishes come true but in strange ways.

I learn to have faith, looking for it in bodies and things, in the sand, in the fire, wherever. In the temple I wonder how many prayers will be fulfilled on time. In the gardens the plants invite me innocent to a wild world, but I can only look. In the air, leaves covered by a translucent mantle, to maintain their shape under intense heat. On the ground I draw a place to refresh myself.

I was already facing all this but today a ghost assists me and the results are different. Truths that whisper through a veil make me feel alive again, in the sea, in gardens and in the temple.

I found myself in the shy look of a girl about to leave. At the bottom, as an anxious shadow, I miss the simple and marginal life of the registered ones. I send these postcards in a dream.