Fervent admiration, foolish heart, in vain you proceed to the alter. No clarity of direction, no honesty in exchanges, a longing to finally belong, a requited affection that frequently avenges a past withering ghost. The blind loses all shame, momentarily buries the pain and in gay spirits moves ahead with unshakable faith, clinging to the mastered ululations of the mouton furred wolf. The wind airs words from mourners,seekers,manipulators and guardians. These are lost when in limbo, remembered when sanity swiftly moves by. The longing to escape overthrown by the safety of an embrace. The Victoria amazonica is beautiful, spread across rivers, floating with no worries, a sudden change in colour, an unexpected change in composition. Only a vision of fear, a construction of a wavering heart.