About the book: year / To my right is Lucifer, lounging at his desk as usual, who every now and then with his actions proves to me that he is simply mocking, in between pretending that I don’t exist, and a paranoid man grabbed my hand, believing that this red-eyed guy has something to do with me. Dino-Dino. It's time for both of us to stop creating illusions and admit that Lucifer's bad mood has nothing to do with me and it shouldn't worry us.