A recognized painter narrates the history to us of Juan Pablo Castel, who is shut in prison by the murder of Maria Iribarne. During his confinement, he begins to remember the chain of details and events that took to him to lose the control, to become a cold, calculating and tyrant man. A man with brings back to consciousness dark, owned by an unsolvable solitude. And with the memories of her, the loved woman. A woman whom not only the way of the love taught to him, but also the one of the exile. The one of the absence, the one of the solitude. During his confinement she is herself put under his memories, to the limits of the deceit and desolation.

Turning its heart into a piece of ice, and its hands in the means that will take to him to clear aim to its suffering.

 A knife, a memory, and a tunnel. The one that the same has created.

What I can say to them of so wonderful book? The things that are crowded in my mind, when remembering is much history very well counted. The powerful effect of the window of that one picture and them cold words of a painter, who when relating its life, its work, its crime; it also related his soul to us. I killed because artist had kill

Is with muse that not only she inspires to him, but also that she understands to him. A crossing of emotions, take that it through a tunnel of thoughts, where it does not have more option than to give it in the arms of the death. I listen to the sound of the sea, and my eyes concentrate in a little window that shows the silhouette of a woman who is with the lost glance in the anything.

The unique person who could understand it,

The person who killed.