The gaze expresses what it sees (and also what it does not see). The spots on the retina have become colors and vibrations in the natural suits of dreams: On the shores of the landscape that paints the lightning, I stopped to compose the infinite most recondite in the detail. Those petals flow silently into the space of the pupil and become innumerable, precious, colorful in the bowels of life.
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