Once we give in to the body’s ways, we leavebehind what stopped us from being ourselves.
A waltz appears approaching each other, between us a bridge, a possibility, emerges.
We don’t know where the trip ends but we know that there is no return, no fluctuation.
We´ll recognize us behind the threshold, on the shoot of the road where the falling of our bodies comes to an end.
If we want to ascend, we must go down first, but how far…? (¿hasta dónde…?)