What is this colour that represents the sky? Is it the blue? Or perhaps the light? How does a word acquires a meaning? Who is painting this mirror we are living in? Where is my reflection? In Montevideo? Or in the dreams of a sleepwalker? Who Am I? Who is I? How does a sentence reflects a human being? Can I become the eternal light? What is what?
In the sky of Montevideo, I found out answers that got lost in its own questions.