Standing in front of the mirror,
Becoming nothing more than an object, reflecting a drawing
Unfinished painting. Colors in anarchy. Chaotic lines. Canvas of banalities.
Is this for real? You seek originality?
Keep the eye closed. That image is dead now
This is real: reclaiming individuality.
Smash the box within the chest. Reveal the treasure
Be prepared for warmhearted brutality
Open the eye:
You detest what you see? No problem
Smoothly, ignore the view. Stay focused on the essence.
Pretentious, neurotic manifestations. Bygone
Chemical reactions on the heart’s crystal, generate luminescence
I love you, eternally. Ears swallowing the siren’s song.
Now and Then, Here and There, Forwards and Backwards, Always and Never, Chaos and Order
Duality within Dualities: a schizophrenic disorder.
Remove the eye:
You detest that you don’t see? No problem
Gently, use your hands. Stay focused, start touching.
Explore and, kindly, leave Philosophy behind. A thing of the passive past.
No more words, start acting:
Brain cells on awakening
Alert: Becoming more than a body
Resurrection of spirit
Hands become the tool
Alert: Being more than machinery
Resurrection of creativity
Speech becomes poetry
Alert: I am more than thoughts. I am a story.
Resurrection of mythology
Nostrils receiving aromas
Alert: I am more than a respiratory system
Resurrection of receptivity
Alert: I am much more than ‘here’
Resurrection of immensity
Mouth swallowing the greatest medicine
Alert: I am much more than a virus.
Resurrection of strength
Standing in front of the mirror, the delusional reflector
Is this for real? I become the director
Holding a stone, wearing a cynical, sarcastic smile on the face
With such great lighting, the perfect angle and the funniest costumes,
Ready to shoot the first scene
Smash that mirror: Your image is dead now.
Accord and satisfaction.