Eternal dream (Final)

IX Alfonso stops by the door of the quickstop, where he finds the reflection of his face on the glass of the door, his long, white, gray hair, and his long, singeing beard. Who am I? The question has no answer. The golden, cracked skin, dry lips, characteristics that do not correspond to any glimmer…

Eternal dream (Part II)

II The hours pass and Alfonso is left alone with the desert landscape and his thoughts. Lying down on the side of the car, he smokes one cigarette after another waiting for the announced rescue that still does not materialize. The sun is lost in the horizon, the flame of the lighter burns and lights…