Light and shadow rythm

I woke up and went to the bathroom.

Shadows were created by the reflection of the warm sun passing through the window pane, reflecting in the mirror, with terrifying heat that began to burn a hole in the window sill.

I quickly moved the mirror and covered the window.

Shadow and light, two contrasting lights from the battle on the wall next to me, create my favorite figures.

The language of light and the speech of the sun try to convey a message and develop the visual senses, creating a completely new composition, a new thought on the wall.

It will only last for a moment.

As soon as the shadow disappears, only the light of the memory of the message conveyed will remain.

Sometimes I capture these tongues of light and surfaces in photographs, the only memory that allows a poem to begin its new rhythm.