Through the gaze, the eyes speak, revealing the key that unlocks our inner self. In them truths are laid bare, for no one can hide what we have lived without the guilt of feeling mortal.
The eyes are the mirror of the soul, reflecting without a doubt our sins. What is not dared to be said, fuels the voice of the fears that torment us to leave without realizing ourselves.
How can we die without having been the reflection of another gaze demanding eternity? How can we dare to jump the limit imposed by our own fears?
That silenced fear of dying, without knowing who interpreted us in silence?
The eyes speak of illnesses, of fears and failures, of sadness and fears, of loves never consummated, of deceptions and disappointments, of distant loves, of our frankness and our ego in the face of the denial of what we really live.
The eyes represent much more than what we imagine, however, every day that passes, less and less we look into our eyes... Are they only the reflection of our souls and have we become so soulless that nothing moves us anymore?