A twilight atmosphere invites itself to the chance of the journey, ordinary and sensitive moments hang in the eternity of the fragile. In a distended time,
a strong whisper appears from its own nothingness, it is a poetry in verse that guides our steps in a vulnerable expressiveness. Anguish before the abyss,
is the omnipresence of an uncontrollable fall of the pen into the deep black of a bottle of Indian ink. A permissive world is reinvented in the clarity of the evening
ecstatic abandonment is inevitable, searching for the toponymy of the place no longer makes sense. A woolen garment to cover this body pale with distress,
there will never be any question of achieving a feeling of acedia for the enigmatic world of the night.