Malagente

Malagente, a vision that observes distantly and at the same time is moved by the dead, slips into family affections, into the fantasies of children, into the secret world of animals, losing itself in a star and from there in a reflection of the moon. There is only a rock to cling to during the storm, and that is existential doubt, like the whispered soliloquies of someone who does not want to listen to himself at all, who already feels defeated but still fantasizes as if he could turn his pain upside down until it evaporates. Malagente doesn't look for "cursed without a name", but gives voice to those who have felt cursed and for this reason had stopped talking.