g i r o f l é

Under a giant dome, a celestial garden is snugly housed.
Garden of earth, rooted by men that became trees, that opens
itself to giddy cart dances. Garden that overflows when,
among immeasurable white curtains, the sky is grabbed hold
through a cloud and all moves on to the water celebration.
Garden that breathes wind to the dizziness of the flights of a
pair of gallinaceous. Garden that is the secret place of beings
without names who live on the art of the dream.
Dream of the deified gardener that always comes here
looking for the tranquillity of the sleep.