Ode to Miami. I live into the Miami rooms, the ones with the Art Deco windows, the ones with the vertigo glass like wall. I live under the Miami sky, where your breath enters that of the ocean. and in the air passes, impalpabile, a dream. I live into the Miami gardens where flowers without a season, bloom the road of hope. Can you hear the fallings of thoughts? free to fall into another flower? I live into the Miami ocean. It’s like floating in one thousands sea, each of one brings to my soul solace, peace and strenght. I live into the Miami clouds, the ones that make ascend my heart into the winds of silence, The ones the create unexpected chain of mountains. If I close my eyes, I can touch the snow. I live into the Miami rain, it quenches my thirst and cleans the fears. Yes, I live in this earth of renaissance. Thank you Miami.