This photograph unconnected in style with regard to the other five of the series, symbolizes suspension points and a full stop, new paragraph, as a parallel of the spirit of Étant. The nightly color of the urban sky shows the cracks through which our impure dreams leak. Goodbye Lestrove, goodbye. The text is from the trail of a tomb at the Majadahonda cemetery, in the province of Madrid. I reproduce the message I sent on March 7th to Angeles Recuerda, author of the text “Being…” that represents my photographs at the exhibition The knots of time, in Pool CP.

Naive me, I who have gone to the cemetery of Majadahonda to photograph the tomb of Blas de Otero. Accompanied by the undertaker, a generous man who has given me his friendship from the first moment, I have searched everywhere with no success. <<Friend, seasearch over there, and and I seasearch over thethere>>. And Blas de Otero has not shown any signs of life (then through internet I find out he is buried in the Civil Cementery of Madrid). My new friend, unsatisfied to see me off empty-handed, offers to show me some tombs with pretty phrases. I LOOKED FOR SOMEPLACE TO REST AND I NOTICED THE SKY. Really, inventiveness, sentimentality and tenderness reside in cemeteries. Since I visited the cemetery of Menton in France, I am no longer the same before the grounds of death: the transcendence of mortality and eternity live together in cemeteries, places of peace and sadness. Back at the cemetery of Majadahonda I discover a gravestone that interests me: it has a message that leaves me stone cold:
FUI…,Y DISFRUTÉ. SIENDO... (I WAS…, AND I ENJOYED. BEING…)

And finally I take the photograph that, though not planned, was destined for my excursion. On april 29th I posted a detail in black and white of the photo mentioned in the message.