This is the story of a look ...
maybe not just one, but probablilmente no more than a dozen in a lifetime.
Unless you just be lucky.
How then do not even know whether it is a fortune ...
is the story of a look that you can almost touch. You feel it physically on the pupil, shine, sparkle, flicker. You can almost tangere the conjunction between the eyes, like a beam of light.
However no time to rest, even the looks.
It also puts the human anatomy, with its force us to blink.
One millisecond of light and all the butterflies fly away.
But if the look is that look, the protagonist of this story, if it's really him, then ...
then your eyes are nothing other than the diaphragm of a camera. And your eyes the film. Somewhere between the pit of your stomach, your heart, throat and of course, your optic nerve, this film is developed and photos printed.
Like an old picture that changes color without fading, our gaze appears when you least expect it from the false bottom of a drawer.
Did you know even more to have it put there, or perhaps we have hidden it in the hope of forgetting, or scaldartici soul in an evening of solitude.
He, however , is mischievous when you least expect it, when you read passages of a book too complicated, intricate and intriguing, exciting, involving.
appears when you look at the world from behind the lens of your Nikon or when bored just sitting on plastic seats in the U-Bahn.
Continue after months or possibly years to mess up, to close the pit of my stomach, or let you tingle ...
"Why is it possible to overcome the force of gravity, but not the force of repulsion that carries the soul when he sees another soul approach and exposure "
(D. Grossmann - Whether you are for me the knife)
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