3. Daimon*
*Demo version
Daimon. A semi-divine voice, so close to me, whispering inside. It has a mission: to unknot the certitudes, the dictations of the already known. A voice, a gesture, multiple variations dismantling the already known; opening a space, a clearing to the unknown; furrowing new possibilities, new paths. Deviate.
Blue Sky and Yellow Sunflower
maybe this is our poem.
maybe… who really knows.
Or the strange desire to fly staying right where you are
and see the flight go everywhere. Really feeling the move
moving and feeling and moving.
The desire to touch the blue and the yellow
right where you are
moving to the next place
where you are.
Just feel the heart
