The view I see beyond this point
is shown as a solid stone,
but I am aware that despite its thickness
this mist is ephemeral, intangible, ethereal…
I am afraid to go into the cold sea,
afraid to break its subtile fragility.
I'm looking for myself inside this vast amount of quiet storm,
but there is just a huge wall of mist that blinds me.
A wall that obscures the panes enclosing my conscience,
a wall that catches with its landscape those who contemplate it.
And following the steps that have brought me up here
I dive into this sea that terrifies me.
Sooner or later I'll find out the way home… My way home.
By Iban de Dios / Guillem Rejón

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