This script came to me in mind while studying English literature and aesthetics. It 's based mainly on a book by Foucault, from whom I learned that my sketch of a theory already existed, so I decided to made out his name.
through my I see the world body.
Through my eyes I see him.
Not only can I extend my eye from where the view draws a vague and hazy border, but I see the world through words etched in the pages of books.
's so far away that I look through my eyes, in space and time.
Through my hands I meet him.
not just chasing the words, with the index, line after line:
but my fingers themselves become the peaks of the Apennines and on my palms, you can create deltas and estuaries. My body
unpleasant topia. My body
pleasant place invisible any time he shows me other things, elsewhere.
my physicality, a dispenser of quell'estraniante impossible to see where I am, I shall make the rest.
Because if my body occupies space, making it invisible. So I will not see
where ever they are, but you always know where they are not.
And if I know where to go, that reached us, I will not know whether to be not what surrounds me.
But if you will be the place to go, he had reached to find out what's in my will permeate your body.
And space to get ahead will be for me an unpleasant utopia:
because in reality, even though I like to convince and hope, you'll never get.
