In a mountain, on the ground of earth, a barefoot girl of long mane dreams that she threads with her hair stars…. She wants to weave the Milky Way….

Milky wax in liquid threads pours on sturdy papers, trapping and protecting.

Like amber, naked bodies (without knots) that are nuclei of circles,

Oval and balls of yarn…

Yarn of the thread of the life; of which if you pull you arrive until the childhood… of

The girl who threads with her hair drops of frost, barefoot on the ground of earth…

Earth that the wheat sews to the sky (in the plain), where the lactic wax covers the Saw or

There are perpuntes in horizons of clay: landscape sewn in the Memory when

Her house was the heart of a mountain…