Trànsits

Anatomy of the journey

"I sat on the bench. The one where so many times I had contemplated how melancholy traveled from the desire of a cloud to the dream of a horizon." This is how a small story of contemplation begins, talking about journeys, all of them, how they are always present and the importance of the space and time between them.

I contemplated the horizon.
I saw paths.
Designed from desire.