I've inserted a text from J.L. Borges to bent the image... google translator: It opens the garden gate with the docility of the page devotion to frequent questions and in the eyes not need to look at objects already fully in memory. I know the customs and souls and the dialect of allusions that every human group is plotting. No need to talk and lying privileges; While I know people here around me, you know my anguish and my weakness. That is to reach the top, so you might give us Heaven: not admirable or victories but simply to be admitted as part of an undeniable reality, as stones and trees.