2 seconds of descent into the encapsulated garden and forever

I remember the right moment when Boy Olmi held you by your shoulders and pushed you violently, making you fall into that transparent bell or campana, which was built in plastic, and laid embed in the floor like an entrance to the underworlds.

I guess that your descent was long, it lasted hours, days maybe
years


as you fell deeper through that tube, we lost visual contact with your body, which was monitored in its fall by means of led flat panel television screen.




Your descending destination was precise: 
your head was heading for the elusive nation of the Guiñoles, puppet-like humanoids with immense mouths, eyes of velvet and heads like rugby balls

your descending trajectory was animated by the modulation of sirens (or seireeni) singing a choral excerpt from "Lux Aeterna", because their voices were exuded through the plastic walls of the tube.






At the bottom of the time in your eyes appeared that aquose country during 2 seconds, a submersed comarque sowed with balloons of vinylite, each one individually occupied by Guiñoles, who communicated each other by means of optic fiber inserted in their dura mater

2 seconds only, because the destination was not the crux of the matter, but the voyage.




Tantalizing or fascinatingly, the more your body fell through the tube, the higher it ascended to the Astra.










...We yearn to see your body returning, in flesh and reality

we still wait



wait.



































Aún esperamos.