It was no longer the body I saw
It was the emptiness of its lines
the silence that stretched like an endless night
a night in which beauty is lost
what is cursed
as if beauty were a lie
and the curse, perhaps, a form of love

I saw their gaze, the beautiful and the cursed
not with my eyes, but with absence
Because who feels sees through what’s unsaid
through what dissolves in the words not spoken
They were there, but they weren’t
And I saw them as if I were the only one to feel

Beauty is a deception
But we cannot live without it
Just like the curse
which sends a chill but keeps us alive
The beautiful is unbearable
because it demands the surrender of everything
and the cursed drives us away
makes us wild, dissatisfied, free

I saw the beautiful and the cursed
They confused themselves
intertwined in their shadows
and I loved them, each in its own way
without understanding
without wanting to understand
Because maybe that’s it
not understanding, just being

And then, amid nothing
we were what we were
beautiful, cursed... human