Silent infinity torn by a lining of light that draws the silhouette of emptiness and promises
a word. A coming voice without meaning, it dances and, as it opens, it gives birth.
Birth of Eros at the very instant when a halo of light rips the shapeless emptiness and
turns infinity into a promise.
Saline ways that softens the rock and steals its breath and thins it. Lightness that, with its
perpetual dance, imbibes the texture and taste of the stony soil. Ecstatic and
contradictory flow that sweeps the weight and absorbs the salt, the sky being a witness of
their fertile caresses. Revelation that is not light. Only from the catacombs will the weight
be lifted and become breath.