Roberto Blanco Ismael's Cats Sitting on the backyard stairs and wondering if the lights of the city will judge me for all my iniquities. Looking at the innocence in the eyes of the cats. They become my only friends, since the world is full of impurities. Perhaps they could help me when hiding from my desires. Desperate to escape to the world of illusions. Hoping to find the way that will lead me to salvation, restoration, repentance... But they won’t be there all the time. Then I will walk alone on this cold night under the moon with my shaking hands and be free, just like them.