In the middle. A story unfolds. Two lives. One day. He is looking for destiny.

The ones missing create. Dreams, desires, love. Your eyes nailed at the barricades. They count the borders from them.

Revelation. Divine command. A mortal distillate of wisdom . One word. Love.

Endless information. Theories make geometry on it. Pictures you don't ask to get. Theatrical reports of narcissistic announcers. You know. Love is missing.

Punitive nature. He gives lessons. No alibi witnesses. Victims we are.

You stand near you. Listening. Breath, words, movement. You see. You learn who you are. It's not an exercise. It is life.

Time shortens. It gives a unit of measurement. Every time it appears.

Lonely ride. You spend hours. You cry for love. You leave the gates wide open. Without fear. To feel alone.

Baptismal font baptizes you every time you are near you.

You ask for hot lunches. To melt under the summer sun. The ugly images are evaporated in the heat.

You count the days of absence. You lose value. You run empty. Punishment to live without light.