'July 3, 1985
My house has the open sky of a twilight cobalt. Like last night when we watched the sound of the rain falling from immense silences.
I designed the sky with scorpions of stars and snakes between light and moons of abstinence.
The floor of my house is made of old blood, the closed surface of time; in it, the mirror of the waters merges and shatters when it rains.' MVD