Search for the cold
Not belonging
The dark does not arrive, horses, footsteps and sounds of winds.
The light is refracted, vertical mountains, memories appear
A small clue can radically change your way of imagining what surrounds you
Mental note, walking in the dark
Time of wolves
00 hours
Barking at the moon
Frustration
The origin of beings
In the distance, you can hear swords in the air. A strong and dense air. I see a set of rocks covering an eternal sun. A look that runs through my head
Change of landscapes, smoke and wind
I imagine it again, inexhaustible
I don’t remember where we were going, but the day is still alive.
Jamais vu is present again

Lladrar a la lluna, (barking at the moon) it's a visual search, real or imaginary, where I seek to adapt to a new place, a continuous sensation of unknown places.
A search of dispersed elements that try to have an apparently natural connection.
Installed as a constellation of images that portrays a reality lived in a certain time.