She bloomed in silence, under the gaze of light Reborn between skin and shadow. Learning again to become the light she once was.

She wears a mask of calm, the spiral of rebirth, granting her another chance.

In her hands, she holds death. Evil no longer interferes; it only watches.

I´m not much, but I carry a whole universe in my eyes.

You’ll look for me in other eyes, in gestures, in voices.

But what I was to you, doesn’t repeat itself.

And that’s okay, I´m not found by everyone, only remembered by the ones who truly see me.

To enter heaven and return to earth, infinite lives, eternal lives, new life.

Always at the edge of death, only to be born again. Life always finds its way back.

MICROREALISM