Claudelle DeLuna



It dances in the waves of past,

shipwrecked in the mist of forgotten coasts,

under the immensity of its origin,

the Adriatic, Mediterranean,

Black, Caspian, Persian, Arabian & Red seas,

the ancestors left their traces,

with foreign bloods to never be forgotten,

flowing under and above cyclically,

but always returning to its origin,

to become the end of the beginning,

where existence divinely submerges,

floating free of stupid prejudices,

created by blind conquerors,

who only understand the present