14/03/2026
700 million kms away from your room in a second, where the faint sunlight can’t dim the mantle of the constellations, beautiful in their silence. Clouds of orange & gray unveil a second horizon above the ice, painted blue by a distant sun. Thin rings surround the giant God, extending hundreds of thousands of kilometres. That’s Jupiter, in all his splendour.
Waves, frozen in time, extend underneath your feet, broken not by shores, but by cracks and craters, suspending a violent history of cosmic collisions in time. This moon is bigger than Pluto or Mercury, yet the gravitational pull is much weaker than inside your room back home. The ice hides a warm ocean that may be full of life, full of unimaginable creatures known to mankind.
A soft kick of drums echoes with the heart, reminding you of being alive. At that moment, the idea of jumping comes to mind, but you’re afraid you may escape gravity and drift away. So you jump softly, testing gravity.
Ganymede holds you back.
Nothing go fit to change am.
Then, the Universe will worry, because maybe in that moment you’ll feel happy and jump again with all your strength, spinning in the air three meters above the surface, catching a glimpse of Earth.
A faint taste may perch on your lips, something never experienced before —
sweet like honey, fragrant like flowers, soft, golden and luminous, light and perfect, an immortal elixir of life: Ambrosia, the food that Ganymede, the most beautiful man on Earth, feeds to Jupiter every day.
And perhaps one day that sweet flavour would make you smile.
And the universe knows quite well that your smile could dim all the lights of the constellations.
Meanwhile, I’m still here, another passenger on that point of light dancing to a dim light, rushing through the night and carrying my dreams of water lilies blossoming above the gentle stream of the Okavango, soft, golden and luminous in the quiet breeze.
Dreaming about pretending I can ride a wave forever, around the corners of the Milky Way, back to Ganymede and its frozen seas, back to Earth, the songs of birds, warm breezes caressing my face, the sweet air of the sunset, your soft hand on mine as we drift through the night together.
