The rooms where i’ve been living, keep signs and lasting traces.
Unknown constellations impressed in the space by those who have passed through them and have become a part of them.
A ray of light projects memories in the air,
Shadows take shape inside the fine dust
Simulacrums of eyes and distant gazes, 
Touched by the caress of the time and now covered by a veil of ash.
The absence reveals endless ceilings and doors ajar, that catches
a glimpse of dense forests and impenetrable swamps, from which the darkness of a suspended night filters…
In the dreamed embrace of a faceless man
in a gesture held in the weakness
in the faces crossed by the shadows
in the constant repetition of livid skies
and deep waters.