What we desire is by nature feminine, interior, hidden, contained inside something else, like new life in the womb, nourishment in a mother's breast, or spring water hidden among dry rocks.
If it were not contained it would have no value. If not somewhat hidden, we would not desire it. We don't go looking for what we already have. We desire what we are missing, what is other, what would make us complete.
Desire is awakened by what is on the other side of a window.
Victor
Saturday, February 13, 2010
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Absolutamente subyugado por tu arte. Enhorabuena, compañero en la labor de perseguir los sueños.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely captivated by your art. Congratulations, partner in the work of chasing dreams.