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 III)

V The impression awakens Alfonso, what was that? A dream? The place is unfamiliar to him, the shelves with candy, the flickering light in the damp sky and the vibrant sound of the refrigerators on the side, the smell of gasoline in the air gives him a more or less convincing clue as to where…