Desperately searching for a flaw in this artificial, imposed perfection that has enslaved us for years and deceives us with some Sundays and empty edges of rainbows.

Loving every mistake in a microcosm that has learned to exorcise it in every way, thinking that it constitutes the center of the universe.

Hoping for a meeting with true freedom, which comes only through the demystification of that destined paradise, which has taught us so much to fear.

Believing every day that everyone's masterpiece is not yet finished and putting daily faith and love into this endless journey.