"In front of me lies a corridor and at the end, a foregone conclusion.
I ran forward floating in fever.
Illusions galloping along with me.
Squashed between walls, the sky was sullen.
A Hundred windows opened and closed. A Thousand windows. And behind them, fear was hiding.
I felt the loneliness of the landscape of panic. My hands trembled.
I knew that fear was mine.
Infinit maze. I wanted to escape. Get lost. Hide where time is shade.
They disappear where desire is diluted .. “
Alberto García Alix