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When I close my door
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Complete, First published Dec 10, 2021
I dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me.

In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himself and goes inside as a refuge.  The sites are transformed into dreams and possibility, from which it is difficult to separate.  Hope attests that there is renewal, something new after the attacks, the destruction that could cause the crisis, the conflicts of the human being, the fire of living.
 It is nothing more than the emotional constancy of the creator in the face of the monstrous tear of the crisis, his own, the one that takes place in the eyes of anyone.  He tries to project an idealization of intimacy, family, society, as if to reaffirm that the best utopias are those that cannot be named or that are found in the misfortune and simplicity of life.
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