The intimate river and the golden liberation,

From within me a liquid, warm and golden thread, breaks the containment. The sound, a soft, steady murmur or an impetuous torrent, becomes the intimate melody of decompression. It is the symphony of a body that empties and renews itself. True pleasure lies not only in the discharge, but in the deep and organic relief that follows it. It's a wave of warm calm that runs from the bladder to the mind, erasing the accumulated tension. There is an instant of weightlessness, of lightness recently gained, as if an invisible weight had been detached. In that flow - that ephemeral "rain of gold" - the body affirms its life cycle, leaving behind the superfluous to resume its state of grace, light and at peace. It is a small, but vital, purification of the self.