Mirlo (work in progress)
(...) I cannot say many precise things, but I can say some notes in my head, like that the purpose is of the order of the invisible, but which inhabits us. Which we perceive, and which others cannot see. Those places that are not places, (and that are at the same time), something like mental territories that we inexplicably visualize in front of us. There is also something of that one cross and of all our crosses, of those (own) lives that we decided not to live (without religious allusion). Mourning, small or big, from all those lives that we did not have, because we lived this one, the present one.