After the meal, Carlos put his tarot deck on the table. Each fellow had to choose at random one of the Major Arcana. Actually, I don't remember how it was; if each one took a letter or it was Carlos himself who distributed them; I'm not even sure I was present at the time. The fact is that these arcanes exerted an influence, more or less determining the work that, during the rest of the month, they would end up doing. In the last week of residency, each participant chose a new arcana. Emma, ​​who was designing the grant catalog, asked me to write a text in which the tarot was also involved. I have been using the tarot for years as a combinatory method that helps me create new memories. I am also aware of the coincidence that supposes that, the life drifts of these ten people, have taken them to a place like El Valle, right at this moment. Something that is as improbable as the synchronicity that can occur between a given situation and the concrete arcana that appears, at that very moment, when turning over a card from the deck. I had two arcanos for each artist, I decided to randomly draw a third arcano myself, before starting each review. In this way he could start from the wealth of meanings offered by the roll of three, by concentrating the simplicity of a syllogism (two premises and a conclusion) with the creative potential of the triangle (A B C: A+B=C, A-B=C, etc.). At first there was no rush and I delayed writing it so much that months have passed and the memory of those days are slowly fading away. It's my forgetfulness - as I said - that leads me to the tarot, but, sometimes I'm not afraid of that. Now, I'm finally writing. I write automatically. I don't know from which voice. I write with tight expression. I am writing what at the time did not pass as writing.

(XVI VII VIII) Dani looks out the window with the patience of a cat in love, imagining how confetti, tinsel, frogs and even bricks fall from the sky... His window is at the top of an imaginary architecture with a that can open - also imaginarily - the roofs, to absorb with the eyes all the darkness they hide. He lowers the blinds, turns off the lights and arranges the elements of his rare liturgy on the floor. "The world hangs by a thread," sings Berio, "... the idea of ​​the cosmos... the tangible and the intangible... and the dead leaves fall, fall, fall." Dani aspires to full freedom of movement, although the movement itself does not need to be carried out. In fact, until now time seems to have stopped around him, or it is that it passes so slowly that all action seems eternally postponed. He has the power, but he does not exercise it, he limits himself to keeping it deactivated where no one would look for it; out of academia, out of art spaces, out of the present. Knowing how to reconcile opposites is moving mountains: watch out for details! He does not need to make decisions to follow his own destiny, nor decide between two alternatives because both lead to the same place: the sacred caves of Aurangabad. It is then about moving through that labyrinth, without haste, like someone who already knows the way, following the trail of objects that seem to dream of themselves. Something is always hidden in that something that lets you see. The meanings can be found on the surface of things, in that which makes you forget the form. Major towers have fallen. Behind the ruins of the visible there is a deeper reality that can be accessed by descending. There is no need to fall, although falling is what the manuals and maps prescribe. Falling can be an ascending towards the deep, and turning upside down, a way of seeing heaven on earth. Who will guard the guardians?