“Our memory runs very fast in my brain,
adrenaline, endorphins chasing each other like lovers without remorse,
I run in my veins and do not find release…
It is a sweet torment to remember and I long for oblivion

I close the colors and construct the past in black and white.
I make it as complicated as a gate of beautiful wrought iron,
I add elegant columns and plant aromatic honeysuckle to climb everywhere”