Breath

There are times when it seems that a veil suffocates us, oppresses us. It is transparent.
We see everything, everything flows in front of us, but we lack air. There are moments when nothing saves us and oppression increases, like a black mass that closes us in a sort of burial.
Just a desperate gesture, done with impetus, with that insanity that only instinct can sometimes make us do.
The fingers look for an opening, a weak point and suddenly it opens!
A fresh breath of pure air, clear, crystalline and finally
I come back to live!