Memories from the womb


I think everyone remembers at least once in his existence, his mother…even the dead one’s. When it’s guiet or it rainsĀ  I remember…everything was like a sweer light, which I eat with the point of my fingers and with my whole skin. I was floating.I was flying. I eat then the light with the elbow or with the both knees. I was flying through the unlimited spaces with no boundaries.