Poem by Arturo Garcia Soto / Verdei Qurazon.

Here it comes...

My heartbeats are adding up, warm, faster and faster and more intense.

Here it comes... I'm feeling them and it's not me.

My bones are positive, letting themselves be felt.

Here it comes... now I'm thinking:

"There's no going back from this journey".

On the other side of the river

Another me is coming... another me I am.

Will this be the higher version of me?

The one who knows love

Is it?

I shouldn't feel special.

But...after so much walking in the shadowlands, it is healthy judgment to recognize that my journeys are no longer the same. That I am going deeper and deeper.

Today I decide that nothing disturbs me, nothing takes me out of my centre.

That's why I feel it coming, here it comes, it's exploding and even though I'm an experienced traveller, I'll surely end up getting it all out without the fear of the shadows that usually laugh around.

Here it comes... it's flowing, it connects me.

That's the fear, the greatest of the Beasts of my nights.

To flow so much and no longer return

Here it comes...

I'm feeling it, and I don't intend to relieve it, I don't expect to fail in my task of keeping it Beautiful feeling, it stays with me, it won't go away.

Here it comes...

It's not a cliff

It's life itself happening.

I should never have trusted myself, I told myself so many lies, that now I'm on the edge of the abyss - What are you doing here, they ask me - You again?

Medicine my silence, it intensifies the illusion, but in silence I intend to continue, from here on...

It's no longer coming, it's already here. Hello unopened chest.

END/FIN/FUN

Produced by Eafhm

Additional production by Javier Marimon, Oisatsana & Aiôn Lazura

Mastering by Eafhm at Secuencias Temporales Studio, Mexico City

Artwork by Daisy de Montjoye

Release date: 30th November 2022