Months ago, When my daughter launched herself in the first linguistic-spatial explorations in the house she found herself in the corridor in the dark. At that moment his little voice expressed a very innocent and immeasurably deep question.

“Where are my eyes?”

That sentence has become my mantra, My engine, this obviously because I reread it, reinterpreted and internalized.

And therefore: Where are my eyes? Each of us knows very well where they are located, But where they live in, What are the spaces looking for, What their aspirations?

Where are my eyes? They are really the shortest way for the mind or are in the belly? They are an instrument of the mind or I am the victim of the passions of the heart? They are part of the mind or sexual drives?

Where are my eyes?

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Where are my eyes?

Some months ago, while my daughter threw herself in first early space and linguistic exploration at home she found herself in the dark of the hallway. In that moment her little voice expressed a such innocent and immeasurably deep question.

“Where are my eyes?”

That question has become my mantra, my engine, of course because I have re-read, re-interpreted and internalized it.

So, where are my eyes? Everyone knows where are located, but where do they inhabit, which are the spaces they are looking for, what are their aspirations?

Where are my eyes? Are they really the shorter way for the mind or are in the belly? Are they a mind tool or victim of the heart’s passions? Are they part of the mind or of sexual impulses?

Where are my eyes?