Now, before the next, new unknown.
Medina. The city, selected with the passage of time, surrounded
of a finite space. Unusual beauty, protected.
The look accompanied by brushes and in silence
only broken by the passage in seconds of a clock, sometimes it approaches
intrigued by how in a millimeter there can be so much wealth and
but is moved in the distance.
So much you recreate in it that you forget the measure of a tiny space
and you manage to master it by exceeding its own limit in both
Absence of shadows in the vicinity, you magnify the light and play with
she at your whim.
You're proud of the result, you enjoy that effort counting
Everything inside is full of color.