Surreal Ocean Dreamscape with Birds

" ... I woke up, and the birds flew away, after having spent the night in your soul..." Pablo Neruda AND I WAKE UP IN THE SADNESS AND Asleep in it I FLY. I SURF AGAIN IN THE WORDS OF NERUDA AND AGAIN I AM MADE OF SEA FOAM, OF CRASHING GRAINS OF SAND, DESERTS IN LOVE, OF ALGAE AND CHIMARIA. IN MY PALMS I HIDE WORLDS AND WOUNDS FROM WHISPERED RAINBOWS, AND VERSES OF NERUDA, AND STARS - EVENING LIGHTS ON THE STEPS OF SLEEP, AND SCRATCHES FROM CORALS B HERBARIAS OF DREAMS: OF SHELLS AND FLAMINGOES, OF BREAKOUTS AND MISUNDERSTANDING. AND AGAIN I MAKE SPELLS - THERE, IN THE ROOMS OF THE BAY - WITH THE PINK BLOOD OF PELICANS AND SPRINGS OF JASMINE ON THE WATERS. ON THE DUNES - FORGOTTEN PERFUMES ... MOONS IN MY PALMS! AND TIDES - IN MY CHEST.

NSFW, watermark