"...con criaturas falsas, divinas, interpuestas
para que ese gran beso que no podemos darnos
me lo den, se lo dé..."

"...The false and divine creatures that
we have created…
They are able to give each other that big kiss that
we ourselves can’t give to one another.

Pedro Salinas

Un amante construye su propia idea de su “amado”. En "Que me duele hasta el aire" , dejamos que esas presencias mentales, tan distorsionadas, se transformen en personajes, en objetos. En recuerdos. En perchas que aguardan pacientemente a que venga el amante a darles vida. Dejamos de bailar. Nos acompañamos. Hacemos de lado las coreografías para estar presentes en la ausencia del otro.

A lover constructs his own image of his “loved one”. In "Even breathing hurts” we allow these distorted mental apparitions to transform into personages and objects. Into memories. Into coat hangers and mannequins who patiently await for the lover to come and give them life. We stop dancing. We accompany each other. We set aside the choreography in order to be present, even in the absence of the other.