Unity

The eyes through which the house has been observing them. Nothing scapes the sharp gaze of stones that have lived for centuries.

She promises early awakenings

                                   reflections of light / of thought announcing storm

                                               a space for each one of them and for all at once.

Suspended in the air stay the hands, the feet and the flour. Each one a river; brave and unstoppable. Can you hear them laughing?