I´m not an Olympic athlete – at least not in its traditional form – but I´m specialized in dangerous jumping: into the deepest darkest water; into love or illusions; into the seductive Unknown; into mindless desire; into the dry, dazzling desert; into the night with no return.
Jump, baby, jump!
Sometimes I land on soft ground (a cushion of goose feathers) – other times I land on hard rock and have my bones crashing against it. No problem, I say. Picking up broken pieces – after disasters – is another part of this sport. I found out the restoration of the building is always richer than its initial construction.