I felt my body fail. A terrible emptiness came over me, as if I was detaching myself, I felt myself wandering through the universe, through emptiness, something was missing, everything was missing. Suddenly, a figure looks me in the eye, astonished by her zionism, by her beauty, she tells me to follow her, and I, as if taken by her mesmerizing presence, followed her.

How beautiful was his look and his walk, as if he were using it. I imagined myself in a fairy tale, when in front of me emerges a palace, sumptuous, majestic, and in its beautiful gardens the perfect maiden stops, and next to her a strange figure, with only one head, rich. I continue to walk the space and small, slender figures appear on a wall, as if by magic everything is involved with the maiden. Strange new forms appear, with strange crowns, kings and queens. A door opens and we get inside the palace, stairs, corridors, rooms, everything beautiful, ostentatious, sublime and always, always strange pieces involving the maiden.

Mysterious masks, unusual tables, fascinating lanterns, boxes of secrets, jars, keys of gold, silver and copper, rich, beautiful, opulent, exquisite and precious. A telephone perched on a shoe rings, the light of a doll-shaped lamp blinds me, on the wall the masks look at me, on the colored ring table I grab my glasses. The ores of the jar are there, next to the key box where I keep my secrets. On the floor my cat with a constant bristling fur, ignores me. The scented wax candles still burn. I pick up the keys, stay at the bowl and open the front door. I lived a dream, it's not an illusion, it's ... BYFLY