Cristina Maya Caetano

The boat rocks with the waves. He doesn’t care about the wind or the rain. …

They say they exist. Are magical. Dream with the color of their faces, contoured bodies …

An immensity amount of the water. Unlimited vastness. Smells of salt air, and my feet …

You have eons of years. In you live invisible beings. I know you enchant the …

Light! Dear Light. Tell me, where do you live? In your heart, if you let …