The poetic is directed to a field of movement that transcends geometry, the binary and becomes potential.

Words name us and this is how they can sometimes close, while others can open. Some are loaded with meanings different from what they have, bathed in positive or negative connotations.

Language represents and reproduces senses, but the tongue can also move like poetry does.

Poetry treats language by not being subordinate to a totalizing One. This is how it produces the different and does not reproduce the identical. If there is reproduction, there is identity. There is no fold. If there is no fold, there is no time or space ahead, the future that is coming.

I have been thinking about the word border for days, perhaps, because more and more I have come across it in readings and speeches. I almost imagine it in an aquamarine color (there are words, in me, that have colors) and I like the idea of ​​thinking like someone “on the other side” of the shore and not on the other side of the border.

Between shore and border there is a conceptual difference, we could say. Border refers to reciprocity between one side and the other, it is what makes the relationship of correspondence and marks a limit between the parties; while the shore takes us to a coastline of a territory where there are no boundaries, as with enjoyment. Everyone enjoys in their own way. There is no reciprocity between the joys. Migrate from one shore to another. Becoming in alterity.

If we practice the dissemination of connotations of some words, we include otherness. Another way of listening to the language.