Drop II LUMEN

Manifiesto

There are lights we cannot see,
yet they change the way everything exists.

A soft, constant presence
that lives in the air, in gestures, in what remains unspoken.

Sometimes it appears in the simplest things:
in stillness, in clarity, in what endures without effort.

It does not shine to be seen,
it shines to hold.

And as time moves forward,
marking its passage in time, in ten years of silence,
there is something that does not fade.
Something that continues, quietly,
holding every step.

My LUMEN lives there.
In the invisible, in what remains.

And in everything I am,
because it comes from you, dad.