Cuatro meses

Es como el conejo blanco de Alicia...


-¿Como?


Siempre es tarde ya. Siempre corre. Siempre trato pero nunca le alcanzo... Ni le alcanzaré...







The arrow is pointed on the horizon, and the horizon is always an impossible place of destination. It is the point where the discernible becomes indiscernible, where one can disappear. It is at an unreachable distance because it is always away from where you are, yet still in the realm of the visible. It is always where you can never be, yet you can always see it. Like a photograph or film, what is seen is only tangible with the eyes.

Or, I guess, you can reach it through someone else's eyes (or the lenses of a camera).

H de saludo.
H de distancia.
H calladita y sumisa.
H de nunca llegaré.

H de-espacio.