Oreia - Banco De Gaia

They move and they flow into each other, and sometimes they mix and sometimes

they don’t

They’re changing and it looks like they’re flowing through each other,

and on top of each other, and sometimes mixing and making the colours,

and sometimes not

Will I be able to fly through the different colours?

The ounce of perfection

You worried away

After our reflections

Of yesterday, yesterday, today