There is no vertical journey if not oriented to the sky, and then the journey becomes  pilgrimage  into  one’s  own  hidden  faculties,  toward  Clarity.

When the wind opens the sails of my house I lose myself to the song of a call and I lie down in front of the sea with my legs outstretched. Like a wooden idol I open my arms like antennae and I let them fall down with my hands opened towards the sky. Closing my eyes, I close with the things of the world and just in this way I open, I orientate myself, I become a detector of invisible powers and I feel crossed by the waves of sky, earth and sea, by the time that deletes me and writes me again showing me the mathematical centre of heart in the body of my life and every other being.