(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
