(…) This world that we get used to identifying as a strident sound box that never sleeps, is crossed by a thread of silences waiting to be heard. There is a very delicate mesh that holds ancient and recent silences, indefinite silences in the depths and silences whose morphology is detected in the skin, sidereal silences that open to the enigma of the great spaces and silences that sew the mystery and the biography of the intimate. (…)