In his mind, then, small cracks opened, from which ancient images emerged, perhaps lost in the mass grave of those fragments of mem ories thrown there, randomly and confused with others, buried in the cemetery of lost memories. As it happens when a ray of sunshine penetrates from the dormer window, to break through the walls of the darkness of a dusty attic, so the darkness of that mass grave was pierced by the dazzling reflection of a glow of memory, which raised the dust of seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years past, that eternity had deposited there. "Perhaps it is these - he thought - that appear in those strange dreams without meaning, where it happens that the door of the mass grave of those confused fragments opens and come out like the gusts of the winds of Aeolus, enclosed in the wineskin....>>