Stars’ brightness cross up the celestial vault was brightness perhaps did not exist in that September’s night. That brightness had begun to travel humanly unthinkable distances to shake then. In the same way, I looked for to move away to a coordinate that allowed me to retrace my steps and to live the facts jump out of my skin. Like aunt Idoia does on that mourning when she renders her empathy to imply herself. Thanks to my roundtrip to the sidereal space, I felt like a star of mutable light: in effect, I was there and in that time, I was present, offering my vividness to the dark that would swallow it forever and ever. As those stars whose firelight still today shock to me just as then when in fact it they were extinguished a thousands of years ago.

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