Where the music of blindness vibrates

 In that centered life that opens. In the gaze of being seen. In some time fall. We were uninhabited. Solar words. From the Sol Olvido bar, as the singer to whom I attribute it would say. Your forgetfulness “will not pass”, as the street banners say. Who perhaps remember us when we went hand in hand. As promised and said. For that Oblivion that no one inhabits. In that unknown somewhere. Remind me of the limits of what you say. Where the limits are heard. As part of the shadow structure. Where the music of blindness vibrates. It vibrates like the bodies of social spiders.