Dirijo meus olhos agora para teus acidentes frontais. Ali teu corpo molhado, extenuado, ofegante, cansado. My undisciplined gaze wander, often wandering where it shouldn't as if things that should or should not be existed. My gaze, moved by imagination detaches itself from reality and travels beyond this and other worlds that may exist besides these allowed to us. I can see whatever I want when I am creating.
Incessant adventure is the act of invention.
Materializing the abstract through one of the senses, of sight, for instance. The perceived world is intense and forced to silence. The undeclared is dominating. Simply looking at what thought can witness will turn all genuine. Resembling the Gods, or even being one of them.