NAISSANCE

In the blue depths of a serene lake,
where time fades into whispers,
a naked man stands, reborn,
his face bathed in a light of hope.

There, in the embrace of crystal-clear water,
where shadows of the past dissolve,
he emerges like a dream, like an echo,
of a painless rebirth, only promise.

His body curves, like a delicate sprout,
on the threshold between what was and what will be,
while the lake envelops him in its gentle embrace,
and carries him to the surface, to a new day.

There are no words, only the silent dance
of his being transforming, like a whisper,
like a butterfly's flight to the light,
free from the chains of yesterday, towards a luminous tomorrow.

Thus, in this moment of grace and redemption,
the man is born anew, like an ancient poem,
written in the stars and carved in the wind,
a testament to the eternal renewal of life.
Jesus Dupaux