statement:

It is a woman, and a body that has no more shadows, strokes of pens, lines, is a woman, and a body that is captured by invisible bonds, it is a lonely body, among other bodies, clothed or naked, if it is a captive.

A prisoner between nightmares in wakefulness. Even though he is tired of his body tied up, he still pulls himself along with the straps, pulling towards the opening between the nightmare and illusion, as if hope is coming out of it.

It is a woman, it is a body, it is captive, visible and invisible among nightmares, and an opening from which the smell of hope comes.