Ice cuts through
the best conversations.

Breathing, a white morning and
trying and suspecting and trying again
after
the edge of all
the injustices
that accumulate
in your smile
have
opened me wide
in parallel
trying
and discovering myself within your imperfections
a slightly warmer place
and still crafting
a complex routine
of figure skating on ice
over your grave.

Photography by Alejandro Muñoz Aguadero