Sometimes, as Eve was born from a rib of Adam, a woman born in my sleep a false position of my thigh. Formed for pleasure I was about to taste it, I imagined that she was offered to me. My body felt in my own warmth would reach it, I woke up. The rest of humanity seemed like a long way off with this woman I had left there were a few moments only, and my cheek was still warm from her kiss, my body aching from the weight of its size. If, as sometimes happened, it had the features of a woman I had known in life, I would give myself entirely to this purpose: to find her, like those who go on a trip to see their eyes desired city and think you can taste in reality the charm of the dream. Gradually her memory faded, I forgot the girl of my dreams.

Perhaps the immobility of the things around us their is imposed by our knowledge that it is they and not others, for the stillness of our thoughts in front of them. The fact is that when I woke up and, waving my mind to search, without success, to where I was, everything revolved around me in the dark, things, countries, years. My body, too numb to move, looking, from the shape of his fatigue, to identify the position of its members to lead the direction of the wall, place furniture, to rebuild and to name the house where he was . His memory, the memory of its ribs, knees, shoulders, he had successively more of the rooms where he slept, while around him the invisible walls, changing place in the form of the piece imagined, swirling in darkness