(por M.L.)

Fragmented through its own reality
Paths diverging as it all comes in
Experience in pieces

Moment, come, stay a little longer

A composition made of the pollockian input
It all brings itself together
Somewhat, more meaningful than at first

By means of an unspeakable language
In the end, a message in nothing but the oldest of those

When it is possible for you to understand
The art all around you is captured
A frame of an infinitesimal close past
That you can no longer feel
An yet hold forever

– Until the next one comes around.

Neurophysiology of love