I live in a country meteorologically variable – but so fascinating.
Every day the sun plays hide and seek with the clouds, it is a complicity creating wonderful effects – in the sky and on the Earth.
The sky – as vast as our imagination – collects the moods of something abstract, a mysterious dream of freedom. The clouds help giving shape to the picture: the sun adds colour.
How many times we tried to interpret those intangible shapes, pampered by the wind, sometimes in such a hurry to forget the script.. sometimes full of misunderstood drops, thought by us – ONLY like an umbrella to be opened.
Being in the undergrowth, damp by falling tears, makes perceiving even the most ordinary element as something special.
I chose this leaf to explain you visually – I can see so much poetry into it.
Common element, of simple nature, always different in shape and shades.
This is the nature speaking and provoking.
Then.. THE smile appearing – once the pout and the tear are gone.
HERE IT IS, THE RAINBOW: the emotion revealed by colours.
It is a meteorological phenomenon – rationally, I understand it – but in the dreamer’s heart, the rainbow is poetry.
It is the translation of colour beams caressing the features of all the countries – that embracing a land (a body) in constant evolution – often in confusion – reassures it with the sweetness of its shades.
Priviliged, those who can still get excited in front of such an emotional nature.