Chamomile is a collection of relationships which gradually becomes more clearly defined like spilled ink – divided into colours and locations because is not possible to confine it in chronology, only on escaping, arriving and returning.

It is a letter in verses for all those who have helped me in being happy, createa home in the sunflower fields that somehow emerge from the ashes and replace peaks with crystals and rain clouds with cotton candy.

Only an explanation
for the graceful sound of water.
A chanting for distraction,
a substance that slowly
suffocates before revival
and we choose to be
consumed by it.

– What is poetry?