The Metaphor

This book moves in waves of thoughts.

Just like the waves, it starts off by a small motus, it grows and flows into the peak wave that digs the bottom of the lagoon; then as a gift, it pours it back.

If at that time you are lucky enough to be on the water, you budge.

This essay is itself a metaphor.

(Fm. Carolina Migli Bateson preamble)