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Concentrated on the small
Immersed on the detail
Taken by the particulars,
I perceive the vastness
The infinit reality of the world
submerges the senses,
escapes in words and gestures.

I often think of the ammount of people that are doing exactly the same as I am.
Often the us repeats itself.

How many people are now seated watching a performance?
How many are now listening to the same radio station?
In how many heads is the same thought running?
How many people are kissing in this precise moment?

Is there someone on the opposite side of the world thinking exactly the same as I am right now?