From this place I observe my dreamlike world, primary, private, almost essential… where my roots, as the vegetation of the place, sink firmly in the soil. I go deeply in my burning
interior,and once and again, I spill myself running and taking everything in my path, feeling inside me the passionate flame as hot lava. When I get to the shore, I stop myself and the sea
cradles me with its motions, and brings me back from the boats and the trains to the houses where I live, and protect me from the outside world.