Allow me to fill this place with clouds. At least, grant
me the wish of bringing you a horizon. Have you ever
wondered what dreams are? In which hemisphere of the body or
soul rests happiness?
I have seen so many people sit at the border of their lands,
with their eyes immersed in these and other questions. I
respect that moment so much that I have learned to admire
them, because it is a moment of peace. And because among so
much chaos, to draw an axis with the immensity is to
remember how tiny we are, how senseless is all the running
around, how basic are the things that really matter, and
that calmness from the other side.
Allow me to fill this place with clouds, they are my
horizon, my utopia, my hope. Someone asked once, what is
utopia good for? And a person, that I barely know, but
without a doubt a beautiful person, answered that he asked
himself the same question every day.
He explained, “utopia is in the horizon, unattainable. If
you walk ten steps towards it, utopia gets ten steps further
away. If you walk twenty steps, utopia will retreat another
twenty. What is it for then? But for walking of course.”
Allow me to fill this place with clouds, they are my utopia,
the horizon and hope.