The stuff dreams are made of, they are the imaginary of the sky with its disfigured, tumultuous and scattered past, but to encompass them you have to look up and begin the journey to the place where the forms of the world are deposited, a canvas to see more beyond a limitless horizon, and thus magic makes an eternity out of nothing, forming an inseparable part of the reality of life, connecting the seemingly unconnected when kissed by light, desire and emotion change the world and possibilities become limitless, becoming the eye of the soul, making us infinitely more human.