Even sleeping, I suffer, just as when I am awake. My thoughts ache, even in bed, they are torments. The chamber is so black, like a vault, an airtight box where I feel like I'm suffocating, I'm drowning in sweat, which hints at its presence. It shows me where to go when, halo, gets closer. It knows when I am about to stop being, when my mind needs help and gives way to the pseudonym, the name of an author and his writing. Fury of the elements, it has saved me from many! Halo of loneliness, it is my company in the difficult passage of days.

"I have spoken, loudly, seeking explanation, in a round table, fictional beings, imaginary friends, who, yes, understand what I say, fill me with their concern, they say, being lost."

"They all come closer, they tell me, of their greatest fear ..., halo, a magnetized desire that plunges them into darkness. I try to help them, but, they only ask me: Who is halo? Is he good or bad? Who created us? Is it you, halo? ... They always end up in chaos, they become misfortunes; standing on the edge of a cliff, one by one, they jump on the reverse of the page and the abyss calls them, looks at them, then at me, the abyss and its ambition, it dresses in liquid light, and invites me..."

Thus, my hand, the light of darkness, does what is necessary for me to continue, writing saves me. I do not see with my eyes, the world is convex to the senses, freedom, I carry it trapped in my fist sunk in the pillow. Pillow for the moon, pillow for a lunatic, who waits at the window, the halo and its shine. Indomitable, halo, who chases me with his screams ...

And again, a raven, pecking at the glass, and my mouth bursts with thirst for his unexpected visit. Even so, I receive him, he brings the message of the unknown, in his fatuous language, which little by little, makes sense. Let us hear the strange sounds, melodies of ancestors, which explain the feeling of other times, strident, synchronous, requiem of torment, halo, you end the suffering and make me a new man, worth living, suffering.

It comes with her, floating in the lead color of night, moon of desire, full moon, letting me go and waking me from the long sleep. It brings omen, and illuminates the guest that occupies my body.

"Halo of light, mist of forgotten nature, you make me breathe absences, eagerness of the heralds of romanticism, disembodied heraldic, who hide their beauty, dust of galaxies, where the human always returns..."

With an unbreakable shine coming out of his eyes, he crosses my room, I am the shadow, heading to turn my time into endless insomnia. Those eternal flames drive away evil and end fear, they make me believe in the place where I lose myself, they let me live in it…,

"ring of light, halo, strange shape, unfathomable origin of the universe."