At birth
an invisible hand ties a thread to our waist
also invisible
and when starting to walk without realizing it
we are entangling the thread objects and people
who accompany us like this along the way
and when we can't take another step
due to the weight
the thread tightens
and remains fixed in the air.
That is memory.
My body,
that leaf, this fire.
The scandal
of a disoriented photon,
messy,
embarrassed.
The music
of your bowels,
the silences
and nothing,
always present,
always at hand,
noting
the unnoticed existence of him.
Us
like two forces
antinomian.
existing
the one in function
of the other.
Light and darkness.
Men,
woman,
lifetime,
death.
Infinite.