So there was the yellow spark crumbling down in tiny pieces, he couldn’t stop stalking it, such lightness was the only blind spot he ever had, but then the majestic ocean top up his ambitions, and yes, It was the darkness falling over the exhausted spark which finally drained on the relentless ocean…

Next morning he woke up and the sun was burning his face, then, as the light covered his skin and his dry fingers, everything came to a clear end. The strange dream about this magic spark couldn’t be just a coincidence; it couldn’t be just another tour around the city. So he decided to go forward, and rode his horse for a couple of hours till he reached the ocean. There she was, naked and dusty, but staring at him with an erotic enthusiasm. No one would ever avoid her again, because she had returned from the deep ocean to become a star…

Slowly, the shy drops from the fog filled her body and the dust disappeared. He couldn’t rescue her anymore; she was already shinning and floating over everybody else. Such lightness can not be seen so often in this world and the tenderness of the short moment, where the ground finally touched the clean and floating star, can only be recorded under the deep space between the imagination and the dreams.