For we belong to the empty horizons, for we were born in the air, we fly in the beginning of the no where, we meet in the unseen, where the free spirirts fly over the unlimited existence, where the unmatched .. match, where the impossible join, rejoice and prosper.
For we are dissolved structures met in the unbelived skies, for we are melt and shaped into nothing, just the untouched, the unreached .. the uncertain..
Only then .. when we mix, when we unite, when the non existing join in the atmosphere of the uphoric ecstacy of the air, only then, we emerge, we consist, and we touch..
We shape in the material forms of existence, we discover that we are forbidden, we are illicit and the whole existence we shaped is prohibited..
Mixing was the risk of taking colours, and colours did never match, the risk of having a name, that did not match, the risk of sharing a land, where we did not belong .. risk of asking for the unshaped, in our shaped nature...
We were prohibited, went in trance, tried to mix and mingle each shape we have, tried to mix our heads, when they tried to cut them, tried to mix for a new colour, and they killed the flower, tried to plant the land and they swept it clean...
Mother nothing, we bleeded to dissolve, to fly, to cry, to free from shapes and materialistic forms, tried, could not..
We fleed into the air, from a mountain to another, from one hill to another, disfigured bodies carried with dissolved souls, we have been thrown more, to hide the shape, to be set free..We are almost souls, that stops on no meaning, that stop on no world, we fly more and more and more and we mix only .. only in the air...
