Strange seas, pink bath.

Sketch from a dream in which the waves and the sea crossed between strange hills.

The ocean was greenish and the sand on the beach was coppery, the smells are present, those of the sea breeze, the people, the rooms. There were such who went to a room surrounded by beautiful mosaics and other pink ceramics, other people stayed on the beach, others played in the waves.

A couple in love was initially burning with desire to get to bathe in the pink bath. A super nice dimmed room, almost pink lighting, in which smells belonging to the cleanest saunas and humidity abounded. If anyone who entered was hot they immediately cooled down, or if they were cold they gained heat.

The mischievous search for places like this came from the healthiest and consciousness mind. There was a discrepancy between beings, whose essence and consciousness observed and rated almost magnificent artworks. The only thing that was missing from the artists and their works was the lacking essence of goodness coming from the result of their digestion and way of eating, free of animal suffering.

The memory of the caresses that the participants in the dream used to remain integrated into that unique ecosystem, in which peace and harmony predominated, has remained present.