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. Duality stems from a diverse unit in which there is no static state…
Aixa Portero
