I am bound to this voyage through myself. I will grab on the cloak of your moon. I fly towards you with closed eyes, until the drop of the last sand. This dried sea is escaping from the prison of these glass walls without corner. I’m standing on your stars and I see the vortex taking the earth in. I am standing on the ground and I see the clouds ascending. I will make a tower to reach your moon. I will fall towards you with my eyes opened wide. Let me in.