Time is a crazy wheel that hoists us and immerses us while taking off our clothes and leaving us naked
in a space full of numbers.

Best regards



Everything turns so fast
that the past overtakes me
and my steps lost the thread
between clouds of stumbling

Everything turns so fast
that the nights and the days
and its moons and its years
they escape between my fingers

Time and hours that move away
and they hide in your feet
Marks, stripes, that are maps
of treasures in your skin