Nocturnes

Works born in the deep of night, where the real hides and silence speaks.

• Reality merged with its shadow. — A dream without cause, a wounded heart, a contingent cove forged from possibilities. From its dark underside, reality, daughter of time, rises without words.
• Opening the message of a language unknown to us. — I look and wish to see, but the gaze should be another. The real hides in the deep of night.
• An uncertain song prepares us. — In a blackness of endless gods, the sunflowers dream of their sun, while the swaying of their stems is heard.
• The infinite whispering its immortal silence. — Nothing is, in the desolate infinite, realm of the gods where nothing begins or ends.
• Light keeping vigil over masterless souls. — Locked outside the world, escaped into a silence that sees us without looking at us. The moon, always alone.