spiral

I stood on top of revolving steps made of ancient stone wearing a white nightrobe that barely touched the floor. I kneeled down bare foot at the top of the stairway to see the bottom through the circle and check the crystal clear water. The wooden door at the end of the steps was shining with a light from underneath, the drop of liquid was a hybrid sound of depth and spaciousness that surrounded my ears and the place in which i stood, I see the light from above and follow it, jump head first into the water and swim down the spiral. To my surprise when i had reached the door my breath had ran out / that white old-fashioned pijama made me struggle to get there / as soon as I grabed the handle and opened it / i crossed over the vertical thin layer that divided my opportunity to catch some fresh air. automatically dry as soon as i stepped out. a beautiful medievel garden awaited / the most exotic flowers and scents embraced my senses, the air was soft and pure, the reflection of my view was green colored as if i stood on the top of a mountain.

-Paulo Bravo.