Matterhorn, 2022
177.8 x 100 cm



I woke up to your touch, as if it was asking me to open my eyes, so I could see the beauty of the Matterhorn, when the first light of the sun hit the peak of the mountain, while the moon was still there, probably jealous for he did not - could not - make the mountain blush.

I know he might be jealous because that was how I felt when you let them chase after you. 

I was there, could only watch you. 

But who am I to refuse you being the prettiest you can be? 

I am the one that is on the picture with you. 

I am not irrelevant.