With eyes watered with blood I will advance until I feel the fire passing through me. Knowing and oppressing my reason, cornering it like a wolf its prey, salivating and bleeding the wear and tear of my temptations, is the decree that has distanced me from the tangible. The reflection, the ice mirrors that cross the glacial oceans listen to the whispers, the chains of the cliff. I am a prisoner in a cage that reaches the horizon, but whose bars I have turned into the presence that increases everything: the wind. There are no adversaries for the incorporeal, for the timeless, because my blood over a thousand oceans is the expansion of life. In his arms I fall asleep and restless, in the eyes of this dark firmament I find the path to that which elevates me, the drive to infinitely explore the corners of the blackness of my soul and let the flow of static time fall along its time’s paths
