I start from my body as my own territory and landscape, container and giver of life, place of desire and play, kaleidoscope of seasons. House of time, space of light and freedom, where I was born and died at every moment. It is there where I have felt the deepest pains, where I keep the oldest memories. In my small body made of skin, bones and blood fit the infinite and the stars. Starting point, threshold of the divine, where the miracle of being alive is celebrated.