diferentes arquitecturas protegidas por los árboles, hasta que entro al parque con su prado inmenso para jugar, sus pequeños bosques , el templo y comienzo no importa por donde a caminar por los andenes, mientras mis pensamientos corren de mil colores como el curso de mi vida, a veces tosca, otras suave, otras ligera, otras pesada como las texturas de las telas que trazan la ruta. Regreso viendo a los pájaros retirarse en dirección a las montañas, la luna acompañando, o no, después de completar 1, 2, 3, 4 o 5 vueltas que podían comenzar en cualquier lugar del andén que lo rodea y que me hace observar cada hoja, cada pluma, cada animal, cada persona y pensar mi vida en detalles.

In a cloth book that unfolds in 3 planes, the path that took me to the park is traced towards the end of the afternoon each day. He went out through the streets crossing the neighborhood with its houses and buildings where many “someone” live that he imagined, detailing the different architectures protected by the trees, until he entered the park with its immense meadow to play, its small forests, the temple and the beginning It does not matter where to walk on the platforms, while my thoughts run in a thousand colors like the course of my life, sometimes rough, other soft, other light, other heavy like the textures of the fabrics that trace the route. I return seeing the birds retreat towards the mountains, the moon accompanying, or not, after completing 1, 2, 3, 4 or 5 laps that could start anywhere on the platform that surrounds it and that makes me observe each leaf , every feather, every animal, every person and think about my life in details.