Bewitched by the moonlight, spiritless by a drop of water, lightly hanging over time, elastic, floating, relaxed, walking through the music. By kissing the light, one day I went up the smoky stairs following the sound of a floating sigh, and found myself in the nothingness. The voice of the word explained to me how one should love nature.
I devoted myself to flying. My spirit drank water from the lake, walked through towns of fire, bathed int he volcano´s mist. Tried roads and paths; heaven was my home and so was the sea.
One day I was a tree, another a light; Indian by blood, lonely landscaper in a permanent venture. I learned that I am full of lights and shadows; that I am in the middle of reflexes and penumbra arrows, full of mysteries and horrors. That I am not on the earth but inside the infinite and that inside ourselves there is another endless space.”
Victor Hugo, 1992