something so foreign as to be unfathomable something so unreal as to be intangible something so foregone as to prompt the questioning of reason something so reprehensible as to erase regret something so paradoxical as to break the fairness of logic something so dull as to unsew the fine threads that hold together the components of… did you see? one beat.. and there it is again.. ...
the quiet little things that no one knows.
Nous ne sommes pas seulement corps, ou seulement esprit ; nous sommes corps...
Ah, dejame recordarte como eras entonces, cuando aun no existías. P. Neruda.