I hope you've figured it out, all the things that you think are beautiful or underneath a cloud of melancholy, this person or that person, a clock on the wall, the inner fabric on display, you think it's madness, all authors are insane, each one, every brick that is created in a world that does not exist because the world is not for us, it's not for you either, once you understand a barbaric pearl, you can spy a kingdom of flowers and terrace mist, all the things we like, and how paradise lives in my soul.