Spirited and blazing, rough and bitter, wrapped up by the sun that disappears behind a column in the sky, cut with a stone, half opened by his isosceles look. In the disorganised folklore, a dehumanised dance, the heating of the riff riding the coldness of the beat. An orchestrated blackout that defies the limits of your heart that beats ten times too fast. Eyes park is a triangular vision of which was,is and will be our past future. A crossing face after face, worse and worse, without losing the story line of his life, without knowing or understanding the erratic impaction ever. Eyes park, that sways like an untroubled and wild cat, that comes back like a bottle thrown in the sea. Sink or swim.