you, too know that all my eyes see, all I touch with myself, from any distance, is Diego.
The caress of fabrics,
the color of colors,
the wires,
the nerves,
the pencils,
the leaves,
the dust,
the cells,
the violence and peace
and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the
non-clocks
and the non calendars with
non days
and the empty non-glances is him.