NADA

At the beginning there was Nada.



Nothing but emptiness from here to there.

But then Nada began changing. She breathed, she moved, sometimes she even thought. And so Nada became Algo. Something she became

And the more Nada grew into Algo, the more something she wanted to be. And so she became creación. Creation she is.

As usual, I am waiting for that kind of miracles to happen at my drawing table today...