“And ever since, I am because you are
And since then you are
I am and we are … ”
(Pablo Neruda)

The impossibility of meeting. The contact gap.
The impulse of the search to oneself in the (non-self).

The doubt of the margin that separates us, that seeks an individuality, a loneliness.
The curiosity of those who are born, launches me. I go and I travel the world.
I am a whole mosaic of the world. Whoever looks at me, tears me to pieces. I fragment.
Eyes that spin webs that vibrate in the distance.
Bridging filaments do not always cross.
Eye to eye and repeated surprise that there is no abyss.

Look at me, even though I can’t see.

But because I am seen, I exist.

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