The complex plot of jealousy and persecution envelops and imprisons me in a tragic feeling. The air is charged with tension due to imminent disaster. The moon bears witness to spilled blood, where grief and anguish contrast with the festive atmosphere of a wedding. Tragedy is anticipated through dense, somber landscapes that place me facing the abyss of death. I attempt to deconstruct García Lorca's hermetic secret through images. I immerse myself in a world where reality and imagination are disturbingly confused.