Wild

Go back, go back to the primitive, to the internal fire that burns and drives us. To touch the earth with our hands, to submerge. To feel strong, just because you know yourself strong.

Bathe in cold waters, feel the connection with the water, with the beings that inhabit it.

Like a dream, trying to remember each one of the details that are impossible to put into words. But you can feel them in your body, in the reunion with the human essence.

To be Wild. To be.

Living with our wild inner self, latent, boiling through our veins, reminding us of where we came from. Knowing that we are the link between the earth and the sky.

Oneiric, free, wild.