I remember once, lost the sense of time and space, immersed in the dark, completely alone with myself, I clung to the idea of ​​my arm extended forward, as if that arm still attached to me could somehow belong to the idea of ​​another me seen from the outside.

Around here it is cold and the stars that once, on the ground, seemed beautiful to me now appear to me as bruises of the universe, other beings light years away from me.

I remember once, having lost the sense of time and space, immersed in the dark, completely alone with myself, I clung to the idea of ​​my right foot pushed back, as if that foot still attached to me could somehow belong to the idea of ​​a fixed point in time.

It's dark around here and cosmic dust gently caresses my helmet.

I remember once, having lost the sense of time and space, immersed in the dark, completely alone with myself, I clung to the idea of ​​my head enclosed in this clumsy helmet could somehow belong to the idea of ​​a planet from which not to rise anymore.

Around here it is silence and memories are grasping at the oxygen level.