Sometimes my eyes don´t let me see the world that appears in front of me. They protect me somehow from the misery, from the darkness. I pretend I don´t realize, but I do. Even though I can´t see with clarity,the truth is that I play the game. I pretend that I can´t see, that I´m thinking on any other thing. But I see. I see his absent eyes, her silent scream, I see their pain, their evil side. Everything remains in my memory, like a dream. There are some things you don´t need to see to understand.