I am small
and bulky.
A little ridiculous,
a little elegant.
I am looking for another identity,
physical dimension.
Sensoriality ,
constantly
with its obviousness.
It's funny,
but in my spatiality 
there isn't much logic.
I am invisible ,
hidden inside me
I try to distinguish
thoughts and noises.
I can pretend,
but my discomfort
manages to win
over my courage.
And I make an empty and disharmonious truth my own.