One afternoon at the beach, I closed my eyes and saw a sphere basking in the sun in the garden. The shadows of the leaves and the reflections of the flowers dancing on its surface, making it perfect.
I opened my eyes, and above the blue water I saw a perfect marble face looking at me from the blue sky. The gaze from the childhood of humanity, curious and firmly placed in the future from which it all flows.
Then I thought of your face, my beloved twin. That gaze of yours from which it all flows, firmly placed in the future.
Cited work:
Plato, Timaeus
André Aciman, Homo Irrealis
David Ligare
Violetta Bukh and Anatoly Blumen
St. Augustine, Confessions