Digging in the earth, changing color. Stones at my back, I see another figure, another color evaporating from the sun and of a golden night.
Feeding the skin with white powder – flour with no water – hungry
Flowing with light, star dust mixes with mud, sorrow arises.
The waves are biting me, asking to join. Elements of water and body, surrendering to the power.
Letting go.




















































