“My father wanted to be a bullfighter in the arena and ended up being a sailor in the water. All the ultrasounds said I was going to be a boy, and I was born a girl. As a child I played at being a ballerina, and now I dance so I can keep on playing..”
To observe and to watch, the mission of the one who decides to transit to life, after conception. To observe and watch, to hunt for links, abstract or concise, from the back or from the face, innocent, lost and, little by little, with malice, just like the look of children (who knows what they think when they observe?) and just like the fears of parents.
Thinking and thinking, defending myself by not depending on anyone but myself.