I stumble, but in the same way freeing myself, finding their lascivious looks, my fear of touch and the instinctive... Read More
I stumble, but in the same way freeing myself, finding their lascivious looks, my fear of touch and the instinctive repulsion that represents for me the concept of "family". In "The rage of devotion" I discover that although I look, I donĀ“t want to see, because what lives inside me, looks and it is completely monstrous.