In your traces converge the bonds of the impudence of time... in your hands the days fade with a crunching sound of inert fists like gloves forgotten behind that invisible wall... Silent... Dark as the moon without shine in the dreams of a bird scavenger to arrive at the feast on time, the sweet nectar of time succumbs to the fine wire that supports the wall full of sorrows and images where your whole world falls apart, the universe is extinguished taking the light and a new path hardens the soul like a stone that rejected the last proton of light that continued on its way seeking its freedom in the oblivion of existence, on the edge of a crater in the extinct universe of your thoughts... reflections of your distracted eyes observe a colony of ants returning home with hundreds of twisted, disarmed, inert bodies... On your last walk to the edge of that crater full of galleries where life does not depend on light but on your lost thoughts.

In symbiosis, life is simpler... it is the path we must follow to increase the probability of life in inhospitable places, between death and the rebirth of a community where survival is a priority and reproduction is a window into the future of species in danger of extinction, protect your environment and the universe will repay you with true love.