The twins and the wind

Drawing and Photography by Madelaine Bustamante

“He is like the wind,” she said.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Shh, be quiet. Listen... isn’t it beautiful.” She said smiling and sat down on the floor. I sat down next to her, if it was mean to be this way, let the concert begin! And let us listen to it in peace. 

    After a while I just fell asleep. I dreamed I was flying among pink clouds, and they smelled like cotton candy. I woke up without seeing what was behind the biggest cloud, because I could see some kind of shape or shadow, and I was getting closer to find out what was it.

    Ophelia was rocking me relentlessly when I opened my eyes, and as I tried to wake up with some difficulty, I saw her dropped face, she had been crying.