The dream of Sor Juana Painting

The Dream is a poem written under this Mexican sky, in that eclipse in December 1684, where Sor Juana asks herself: what extent can we know of universal creation? Her curiosity takes her to the greatest limit. No poem resembles it in our entire century. Neither Luis de Góngora, nor Pedro Calderón de la Barca, nor the monster of the sugar mills Lope de Vega had this vision: The night and its shadows, the beings that inhabit it, and how in the end everyone sleeps, the thief and the lover. The continence calls everything. It surrounds everything in silence. Sleep equalizes us, and the body is a living machine that inside prepares itself to sleep. Then the soul detaches itself from the body to rise to the highest of creation like an evangelical eagle, tries to see the entire universe, and the understanding cannot understand everything in one place. Dawn breaks, she returns, wakes up, and the world lights up.