The research of a ritual, of the usual accustoming and comforting mantra, a suffocating circle closing in on us.
The sour and sweet apple, the tempting apple of sin marks the borderline and represents the beating heart,
the limit, but also the possibility to go beyond our usual places.
A pending, not yet finished journey, that creates and destroys itself, living on transformation.
“The most beautiful sea: hasn’t been crossed yet. The most beautiful child: hasn’t grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days: we haven’t seen yet. And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you: I haven’t said yet.”