“I write and tell you what I saw, and I show myself to you from there. Save a good dream for me.” In fact, no words could capture our moment, no script would be able to describe the trance. Immortality sounds like this, similar to the intensity of what is effectively experienced, felt on the skin, marked and crystallized in wandering trajectories, in solid memories with their captive places on the sober and unshakable altar of time. I would say that, no matter how much time passes, I will continue to know your details by heart, recapitulating each shared moment in the anxiety already installed to see you again. The fire was ignited deep inside, and the desire for the soft touch on the skin, just like the flame, remains, is indelible. At night, I will look for you in the stars; however, no matter how much I search in the vastness of space, it is certainly in the universe of my dreams that I will always find you.