And the truth emerges, it is Alétheia. The original bulb leaves its veiled state before the light and its deep roots metamorphose into branches.
That moment of sharp fragility stops for its lyrical reconstruction, thus emanates the feather-leaf, the bird-root or the stone-branch. The hidden transforms from being to not being, it is Poiesis. The conscious self emerges, which is a you and a an us: It is poetry, it is nature…
Aixa Portero
