Uploading them like packages isolates itself in the silence of hatred, a precise claim of love to receive, fixed by the waiting similar to itself, just as the days stop, remaining fixed in forgetting, the hunger of memory, where the monster of oblivion devours all absence, condemned scenes experienced at a distance. long and alone, looking back at the winks of complicity, she moves forward, she departs from reality, plumb, her orienting verticality indicates the appropriate place within whose limits we reconstruct ourselves