In adulthood, in the lack of time and in life suffocated by the irreversible, what we dreamed-and believed possible-easily turns into unexpected nightmares. When we were children, the solar wind made us free. Until dreams abandoned us in adulthood and nightmares began to emerge in the form of traumatic memories, suffocating secrets, wounds forcibly closed and regrets, thousands of regrets.
Until one night, without asking for it or remembering it, we dream again with our innocent spirit and endure without chains, fears or limits that alter the course of events that define us. Alone in our first home.
Like infants who safeguard their own magic, who run, fly and never stop running to catch the next dream, before the last imaginary layer escapes and the train of memory stops its journey forever. Like nightmares that gave birth to dreams and created human vulnerability, its fantasies and contradictions.
