The last regard to a world of apparent life remains indelibly etched in the eyes of beings who inhabits it. A definitive, agonizing instant, cast in eternity, as a postomous legacy of whom for a little while breaths in.



This regard, at first void, is perhaps the most sincere, richest and authentic of messages. In that defining moment no one is protected, the being is just that, being, and it is, at last, indefensive.



Those inert gazes have a life of their own, distinct, maybe even more interesting than if it were the gaze of a sensate body. At these heights the need for hiding no longer exits. The gazes reveal themselves