What lies between storm and calm? How long are those seconds we are always trying to fill up with content, as if we did not know exactly what to do with them, as if the mystery of their usefulness was kept from us? There is a transition from noise to noise, the fog rises and clears the once-hidden thorns. The water complains, and what was once unknown becomes evident. And you must hurry up, do not let the emptiness shake too much: finish off that storm and take that calm which is not calm, which is a storm once again. What lies between them, the unknown being between parenthesis, will keep on waiting for you.

Take that calm which is a storm once again. Hurry up: what lies between the storm and calm will keep on waiting for you.
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  • CountryNew Zealand
  • Year January 2016