Axel

I knew blues. I knew the wind. I knew a solitude deep enough to make the sea weep. I painted, nothing more. A great wind pushes me, lifts me, throws me off balance and propels me forward. I am the breath, so intense and so alone, at times torn apart, at times carried by a reassuring light. Searching for my missing part. Suddenly, reconnected and protected, I unfold like a mystery brought back to life. My mended wings in a great expanse of blue plumage. Axel took a long time before telling me.