Who am I? How do I define myself when there are moments so difficult that they question who I am. What is real? it's this skin that surrounds me, it's my thoughts or it's my emotions, is that maybe there's something else we don't know about ourselves. It is an invitation to lift the veil, look in the mirror and ask yourself the most intimate question of all, to meet a familiar face. In a reflective position in front of that mirror it took courage to lift the veil of the eyes and choose to look face to face at something so difficult to perceive. This wrap of four dimensions, imprisons me in such a strong oblivion, that I only observe my skin, and hidden from my sight is one of the greatest secrets. By Grace I gradually perceive those forces that force me to suffer inside that astral snake that bites its tail and repeat the cycle wheel. The boy looks back at me, his noblest emotions of the consciousness and its capacity for unconditional love, open the kingdom of heaven in my.