We live in a dangerous and precarious world and universe

We live in a dangerous and precarious world and universe. Never has humanity found itself so close to massive self-destruction, and never so on the threshold of fulfillment sustained by scientific developments, unparalleled until now. As creators, artists, composers, poets, we can easily and infinitely deploy, in all its amplitude and in complete freedom, the inherent beauty of the inner landscape that inhabits us. Beyond every deep vibration of the being, our memories, our dreams, our deepest aspirations unfold into infinity. Poetry has become a playground for sounds, for forms, for music, for rhythms that descend and ascend from the depths of our molecular infrastructure. The ability to create and express the human soul transcends the infinity of time and space. We have become multifactorial beings, magicians and shamans, ready to invite you into the kaleidoscopic space of our soul, like divers who let themselves be charmed by the shapes and colors of coral reefs. For the first time in my life, I can tell you: descend into my memory and explore my emotions and my subconscious memory of the things in my life.