Round and Round in Circles we go

The little stars, blinking ones, approach from the left. They keep a similar distant from each other. At a certain point they decide to do a big "U" and turn right, crossing my window frame from right to left. A few centimeters later, another "U" turn, now left, just above the city. Their light becomes more and more intense.
It is a beautifully daunting picture this one... One that I would have never expected to see.

Round and Round in Circles we go.  

I'm here. I exist. The sky I see is real. The lights crossing the sky are real. I can't fly. There's is little I can do. I just sit and wait. The sun will eventually rise again. The mind keeps trying.. to.. erghhh... escape...

No more boundaries. The clouds are soft and the wine is sweet. The houses are warm and the grass is wet. The water moves subtly. I can the see the fishes from where I stand. Instantly, a fresh breeze hits me like the sun through my window on a Sunday morning. The scent of the trees takes me home but I stay.

I'm here. I exist. The sky I see is real.

Breathe London, Breathe

The clock ticks at 9 pm. The Moon sits just on top of my room, staring, waiting. There's a circle of colours around her that visits all the colour spectrum. In the center, an intense bright light. Her reflection on my window seems to make it fade way into three smaller moons, each one of them with less light than the other. As the clouds go by, the colours seem to fade way. They were taken by the wind stream that runs on top of London, over the lights, over the airplanes. Far away, close to where the clouds disappear, I see red lights. Though they glow, stars these are not, just like they're sisters moving in the sky. Across my sight I see many things. A big building lies in front of me, at an enough distance away from me that I cannot see what happens behind each window but still distinguish them from each other. Further away, some of the iconic buldings of London stand. The trees, mysterious and kind, fill the spaces between the houses. Each day a different painting, each night a different song, and a flower on the bottom to remind of its colours.

All covered in light, all lightened by her.

Coraline

Coraline is a young woman who loves weird curly objects. She's intrigued by animals that live in the dark and loves her black cat. Despite all her curiosity for the shadows there's a tiny light on the smile that she always carries around. Her room is tidy and organised. The vinyl player rests on a small table at the corner of the room. At the age of fifteen she drew on the wall the contours of  the shadows created by the tree in front of her window and the sunset. Every answer that you'll get from her will be a bigger mystery than your question. She loves the moon and has her own names for the stars. All the animals living near her house have a name and she tries to watch them as much as she can. Her love for nature is only surpassed by her feeling when she stares at the sky at night. She dreams, and for a while, she is free.