Up the stairs. Up. Rebuild the house, houses of a thousand faces, memories, opportunities, gift houses, surprises, hopes, pains, blood. Stairs that pierce through the ceilings and begin the ascent towards new horizons. At the summit, ships appear, the house morphs into a carriage. Ships that sail up and up the stairs... The struggles have borne fruit, everything is ready to start a new life. We still see the stones, the skeletons of the ships that speak to us of hardships, but we sense that now the ships, like flying carpets, will take us to fertile, mysterious lands, full of treasures and radiant magic. Marta Darder Fragment from "A Sea of Stones, a Sky of Stars." Maïs, the Magic of Living Lecrop Magazine