[2010 - 2011]
Here the world finishes.
The body is laying lifelessly, as if it has been abandoned.
The skin aspires to be confused with the surrounded lanscape.
We are there where we wish to be.
The poetry veils the prose.
The extremes dont work for the same purpose anymore.
The veil that covers our vision vanishes gradually.
The body gets nude from itself, it desobeys.
It unwraps the soul, it desconnects the state of constant vigilance.
It unwinds and it gets dissolved in nothingness.
Here the world begins.