projections + video + editing © pablo gimenez zapiola
poem © leli busquet
sound © carlos pozo


I see the exact amount
of all the drops that exist
in a pond.
sometimes I don’t see any of it,
not even a sea,
not even the possibility
of something so big or so small.
sometimes I see
and sometimes I don’t.
many times they are the same.
but sometimes
- the fewest and the strangest -
seeing resembles the eyelid
that leans over the water
and dissolves itself.
seeing, in reality,
it is a blind’s skill.

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