Skinless, as an open wound that never heals, sensing the inevitable touch of the world, every blow, every poke, every whisper that inexorably becomes a storm as it grazes it, a sharp knife penetrating into the exposed nerves, like a tight grip that hits your stomach, that chokes your throat, impeding you to breath, but that, just because of that, paradoxically makes you feel more alive and alert than anybody else around you.
It’s writing: Cursed and gifted companion whose empathy we dwell on, as our words finally lie on that wound as a temporary veil of relief, too thin though to keep us from sensing and feeling the outside touch of the world that eventually will blow its wonder and splendor upon us again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCFbKEVzlOo
Dedicated to all of those always inspiring me with their talent and courage to constantly search and pursue a new road that ultimately will lead to a “beautiful montage of experience, friendship and creativity”.
