Landing Christmas 2025

THE CHRISTMAS THAT STAYS

THERE IS A SILENCE THAT SHINES MORE BRIGHTLY THAN THE CELEBRATION.
IT IS A SILVER REFLECTION THAT BATHES THE HIDDEN ROOMS OF LIFE AND RESTS UPON FATIGUE AND WAITING.

EVERY LIGHT, IN THE END, IS BORN FROM A MEMORY, FROM A DISTANT VOICE, FROM A CARESS THAT LINGERS IN THE AIR.

CHRISTMAS LIVES IN THE MARGINS OF MELANCHOLY, WHERE SOLITUDE TURNS INTO THAT POLISHED SILVER WHICH REFLECTS THE MYSTERY OF THINGS LOVED, HOLDS THE SHADOWS, AND TRANSFORMS THEM INTO GLEAMS OF MEMORY.

WITHIN US, THERE IS ALWAYS A FRAGMENT OF ETERNITY
A PROMISE THAT CROSSES TIME AND RESTS UPON THE HEART.

THUS, MY CHRISTMAS TAKES SHAPE:
A LUMINOUS MATTER THAT UNITES STILLNESS AND DESIRE, MEMORY AND BEAUTY THAT ENDURES

EVEN WHEN YOU ARE ALONE.