The Oniric Mermaid - A Portrait

The oneiric mermaid is covered by a shield of golden scales that protrudes behind her body like a prehistoric fish's tail. A simple twist of her tail starts a slow drowning into herself. She uses the undulation of her arms -the blossoms of her psyche- to follow a path leading to her inner depths, moving graciously across a swirly ocean of faded memories, present and future wishes, mixed feelings and thoughts never thought.

The oneiric mermaid loves the coloured abyss that it is at the end of her trip. A magic place where her unconsciousness and consciousness intercross playfully. A magic place where her soul bubbles up transporting red glassy signs and Morse codes. When the oneiric mermaid reaches that place, she reclines comfortably in a cave full of coralline wows, ois, auchs and hmms, from where she watches your intently, like a fortune teller in front of a glass ball. Only then, the oneiric mermaid is ready to sing her song. A song of unspoken words, without notes or scales, magic in its obscurity, profane in its sensuality.

You, the one who cannot see or hear her, you, the one who says that magic creatures do not exist, you, the one who does not dare to dream, you, feel caught and entangled by the force of the indescribable. That is one of the two gifts of the oneiric mermaid - to be able to harvest dreams, hers and yours, and place them in a tiara around her head. The other? Her sharp claws

A photo of me NAKED is here www.ipernity.com/doc/oniricmermaid/595032/in/album/56215