Is it a coincidence that the beginning of the lockdown coincides with the beginning of the pregnancy? It is from this question that the introspective journey that analyzes the events of life starts. The human condition is often this too, an overlap of cosmic, revolutionary and silent events that interact with each other in a mirroring way, inviting us to observe how everything moves in surprising analogies, keeping us in that dreamlike limbo of spectators. And this is how I wanted to describe all the suggestions, parallels and ideas of these events, time has distorted to the point of losing its own rhythms, spaces take on further meanings and paths join up to travel in the same direction, revealing clear cosmic harmony. The cosmos has placed me in this part of the universe where the chaos of two apparently different journeys, such as life in time of lockdown and pregnancy, gradually overlapped, creating a harmonic narrative made of analogies. In the rooms of daily life I observe the suggestions of a pregnancy that is reflected on the objects, the lights, the shadows of the usual spaces, making me a spectator of life in this amniotic bubble that has become our home. The alternation of the seasons in a pandemic gives us back the nature, tenuous, maternal, protective, with its warm lights of late spring afternoons and its stars that line up in a blue that becomes a narration made of familiar iconographies. It is because "we instinctively followed the trails of comets, like the vanguards of another solar system" that I wanted to capture this cosmic harmony, after all, the passage of comet Neowhise in the fourth month of my partner's pregnancy was no coincidence. At last in this diary of waiting I wanted to broaden my gaze to intimate visual reflections: my abandonment of the paternal home, the last preparations for childbirth, the imagery of a protective father ... I thus observe that gestation is a universal human language, we are all fetuses inside some womb, whether it is an amniotic envelope or our nests in time of lockdown, cyclically and inevitably ready to be born.