What lasts

Over the years, I have explored the mark I wish to leave in this world. Not because I consider myself indispensable, but because I long for my words to resonate with others, for my feelings to become a bridge of connection. For as long as I can remember, I have been an untamed spirit, oscillating between light and shadow, intensely seeking the essence of existence with every step I take. Intensity is my faithful companion, and extremes, my allies. In the blink of an eye, I can cross from the threshold of light to darkness, where, from my perspective, beauty and destruction constantly intertwine. 

One day, destiny led me to a magnetic island, a place where the power of nature enveloped me like never before. In its landscapes, I could perceive how something so devastating could transform into a manifestation of pure beauty. There, among dormant volcanoes and seas, I found a profound reflection: the insignificance of human beings in the face of nature’s vast and immeasurable greatness. 

One afternoon, I arrived at Janubio Beach. The black sand and grayish sea seemed to whisper secrets to me, becoming the living representation of what I call my «black hole»: that hidden corner in my memory where fragility, sadness, and vulnerability coexist. However, far from weakening me, this abyss has become the engine of my creations. I always return to it, both in thought and emotion, searching for the spark of inspiration that only darkness can offer. 

That afternoon, I decided to perform a symbolic act, a ritual to connect with the soul of the island. I covered myself with volcanic sand, letting its ancestral energy permeate my skin, while the ocean waves purified me. With volcanic dust mixed with oil, I painted my body, merging with the stones that have withstood countless centuries, silent witnesses to the passage of time.