If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite...
Mi cuerpo siempre representará esa jaula que me ata al polvo, fugaz. Real. Trágicamente real. Aceptar sus limitaciones y reconocer sus posibilidades frustradas. Círculo, espiral, uróboros, Borges, círculo, círculo, círculo.
My body is a cage that keeps me
from dancing with the one I love
but my mind holds the key
