Once upon a time, I dreamed I was a butterfly...

A navy officer with a keen interest in science, sailing the seas of the 18th century.
A beautiful woman, living on a mysterious realm that cannot be found on any map.
An invisible bridge through space-time connecting the two of the above, with unpredictable consequences that distort reality and causality.
What happens when they meet face to face?

Alberto is the second lieutenant on Excelsior, a military brig involved mostly on sea-patrolling missions. Most of these sailing trips are uneventful and routine, with only occasional storms bringing in some danger and excitement.

However, things are about to change. When the ship unexpectedly casts anchor at the pier of a mysterious city, Alberto becomes involved in complex events that make him question the surrounding reality and even his own existence. The fabulous realm he gets to explore looks nothing like the world from his space and time.

In this place so different from Earth, Alberto meets Nivit, a beautiful woman who is also an accomplished physician. Soon, they are both swept into an unexpected journey of adventure and self-discovery that carries them through stranger and stranger realms.

Can the rational mind defy the irrational? Can love win against cold and death? Does time always flow in the same direction? What is real? What is a dream?

A mirror reflecting itself. What would it show?
A mirror reflecting another mirror. What would it see?

Look inside the mirror, open the door, step onto the path stretching beyond its surface, and you might find out.

Are you ready?

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This book is not a simple collection of random poems. Instead, it is an invitation to a journey, a journey that attempts to enclose the spirit of a full year into one hundred and eight haiku spread over as many pages.

In the world of manifestations, if we try to decompose objects or living organisms into smaller parts, we end up at the level of elementary particles. If we further expand our analogy, what would these elementary particles be in the universe of art? When does a line become more than a line? When does a poem become more than a collection of random words? Perhaps the haiku as a poetic genre strikes a good balance between minimalism and expressivity, between the moment and eternity. 

And so, my dear friend,
the journey awaits for you -
let's step on the road.


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