Our planet is constantly transformed, shaken from within in a cosmic dance. Life seeds run through the soil, they travel in dew drops or twirl and twirl hugged by the wind before stopping somewhere to settle their roots, and then rise high, shaking, waiting to be held in the days of suns and nights of moons…
The Universe softly gives us rays of light that illuminate and warm up every sign of life knitted in diverse realities, and nights that take us to observe the twinkling stars in all their beautifulness trying to give hopeful messages, and then, we are drown in the deepest darkness leading to a new sunrise full of new directions.
A planet, moving smoothly, immerse in its moments shown through seasons or in the abrupt fury of unpredictable nature, that shakes its surface with fire, earth, water and air to modify or transform, rolling life from side to side.
Everything happens among suns and moons, attached to light and shadows, pain and joy, uncertainty and hope.
Everything moves, everything is transformed and everything travels freely… Markets, communication, animals, seeds, water, clouds… everything but those human beings classified and stratified; most of them, restricted from their own rights, die from thirst in life-less lands or are corned under the rain of bullets, wars, intolerance, incomprehension, hate, inequality and famine, without being able to migrate to other space under the sky. Everybody has rights, except some that are detached from their lands and thrown to a world unwilling to receive them, converted into nomads of a disgrace not searched for while they cry watching unhopefully pass their suns and moons.