We are made of thoughts, memories, emotions. We are made of water, atoms, moments and waited.
We are made of love. Thoughts, actions, ideas, movements, experiences. Bodies. The subject is love. We are made of intertwined hands, whispered kisses, stolen breaths and sighs donated.
We are made of desires and dreams that make us not sleep, of energy, of stardust.
We are made of words, words never said, of missed opportunities and unsent messages.
We are made of too many "if", "maybe" and "but." We are made for a few people. And often, we do not meet or we meet when it's too late.
We are made in the image and likeness of everything around us and in ourselves we enclose the exact same secret, the exact same law.
We are like the sky, made of millions of hues. Eternally changing, subject to endless complications and combinations. A set of circumstances, or totally fortuitous or planned in the minimum terms. A well-designed chaos. The perfect storm.

















