The universe and its mysteries caught our attention since ancient times. All the human content, from the scientist to the mystic, have penetrated the infinite veils of interstellar space with fascination and, despite countless advances, the mystery expands as the universe itself. So close and so far away, our sky is still a limit, a gateway to the unknown that, for that very reason, invite us to be crossed, transformed into a magical portal for our dream journeys and fantasies. We, as humans, in the universe, we as a part of the universe, we as a universe. We looking for the inner spark, penetrating the conscience, joining us to materialize our essence.

The musical theme that I connect with this creation, between the lines, is:Muse - Follow Me

"If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all forms. The couple is the recovered time, the return to the time before the hour."
Octavio Paz
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Between his fingers, the magic

                                                                           A great friend,
                                             lost in the lethargy
                              of immense
          grey skies.

          On the canvas,
           makes dance
            her bare brush strokes
               in a smile
                    without owner.

                              Like a miracle,
                                             his will
                                                       full of creatures
                                                                 meandering
                                                                                          the heaven.

     And between
               his fingers,
                         the magic.

A silence
of two notes
that rise
about nights
without names

An abyss
          what saves
               distance
                         between now
                                   and always.

An aurora
what plasma
The eternal
in seconds.

                    The nothing,
                         the vacuum
                              full of lights
                                        and the life that is being,
                                                                 renewing itself.

                                                                           The mystery
                                             looking at each other
                              in the mirror
          of the unnameable.

A universe
that wakes up
with every stealth
flicker
of silence.

     And, hanging,
                         us:
                                        fragmented
                                                            looking for us
                                                                           in others.