Sembratiri, man without shadow, is a man without age. He haunts history, strewing his steps as the days that erase his presence. A Moor, perhaps a dead man, rejected on all the banks to where dream does not belong to him. His fellow traveller, the swallow, will also suffer on the lands of exile. She is the bird of all the dreams of the being, the human voice which reflects and the word of a wandering poet ...These two beings, two voices, intertwine: 'I' exile infinite knowledge, 'it' reflects the experience internally human. If the spaces flee their steps to reverse between a place called S.B and another B.S? The times merge: the past lives in the present, the future slips into the regions of the past ... to say how much their peregrinations were unhappy.