Our cat was named Luna...and until she passed in 2012, she was the one who for 20 years protected us from ghosts and mice, from the vacant haste of life, and our quotidian rage. ​I continue to believe that she protected us from the slander of scoundrels and the deeds of good-for-nothing politicians who rob the well-being of the people for their very own. Perhaps Luna also kept us from the cold, when in her elegant manner she would lie for long hours in the warmest part of our home, watching us with amazement and compassion.

It was during such a moment that I sketched Luna in a drawing pad, along with verses from the poetry of Spanish Poet Don Francisco de Quevedo y Villegas, and other texts; which I now present as a testimony that Luna's memory will endure and protect us always from a calamitous world, scoundrels and corrupt officials from all around, and from our own phantasms.​​