While the moon travels through a vast sky and my soul at the same time disincarnates from my skin to cross the door to worlds designed by an unconscious, I am able to observe the shadows spreading from my feet. It is through dreams that I can read the back cover of my own book. Everything that is hidden is disguised as something else and is presented before my eyes so that now I can face it. In my dreams I wake up from the numbness that I think I control while awake, and I eat myself. Men who cry, death, adrenaline, spasms, screams, absence, doors, windows, floors, stars, gods and pagans, all of them are the same as me. The duality of light that I build builds itself there, where the eyes turn towards me and I rest on the lap of a bed for two, inhabited by only one.
