Una noche en la montaña escuché una luz rugir

A Night in the Mountains I heard a Light Roar

There is nothing beyond the material search for mystery. Mystery exists made matter, and in this case, made light. Two young people meet in the middle of a mountain after dying. It seems that from their urban past there is still the flicker of colors strange to the vegetable as if it attracted them; it made them get caught and merge with luminous presences that emerge from the mountain and call to it, giving notice to a path that is heard when seeing the light.