October 2011
1 post
Dear friend:
Whenever I address these lines to you, another you emerge and turn all infinite. I then lose track of your image that I draw in me, and instead of enhancing the narrative, I impoverishes it, lost in the polyphony that levels all voices in one. Thus, diluted from its entirety, you become a poor summary. I can’t find you anymore in my focus, and your face gains unrecognizable features, made of...