To look at a flower with so much intensity for the first time that the alone contemplation of the beauty makes our eyes hurt until they explode. And our nose, our eyelashes and eyebrows begin to fall as petals.
And we turn into a head without face.
To be immolated in name of the beauty that we watch
Meanwhile the flower simply looks at us*
To be immolated in name of the beauty that we watch
Meanwhile the flower simply looks at us*
*sometimes my eyes hurt so much
**some kinds of beauty are so violent that they are hard to support -so tragic,tragic,tragic-
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