underLASveins

Crossing, jumping, flying, going, changing, passing by, transfiguration, transformation... the wish and desire to be something/someone/somewhere else is in the veins, under them, more profound than them, not over them. The colorful pain of a peculiar difference: the one you see on me, yours with me, la tuya hacia mí. Both realities as truth, an intangible lasso that should not impose one over the other. But it does; sometimes it does. And sometimes I wished to be transparent too, uncolored, pale, but I realize that my color and the pain have never left.

Photos by Jorge Rojas.