Curl up for a while, dive deep into oneself, fight, discover oneself…
Does human being have enough lucidity and rage to complete this journey? Can he be caught up in the truth? Are we what we claim to be or are we just deadly strangers to ourselves?…
Love exists. But by what miracle do we only suspect his presence when he is already very far away?
Is the truth hiding in the interstices of the dark lines of the horizon?
It is said that a few moments before sunrise, a vision could appear
