nuno:
Maybe the romantic part of you isn't so much an aesthetic persona and more of an essence

Leo:
I think I am romantic at heart, yeah. And I feel like my persona is basically an extension of that, but more dramatic and hyperbolic. I believe mostly in Keats and his project

nuno:
As someone who has little to no knowledge about writing, i think the key is inside the concept of deliberation, more so than practice (which i don't discredit at all, but consider less important)

Leo:
I think the beauty in deliberation is that, because the mind is so fixated on an idea for so long, you do enough walking around and distracting yourself from the task that, brilliantly, silentiously, instantaneously, you sit down one afternoon and suddenly feel these huge, incredible waves of feeling, movement, sorrow that pound into your head the idea that you spent so much time deliberating on. It's absolutely incredible how much goes on in the mind while we think we've exited the sanctum of that idea we've held in our hands so long

nuno:
It's a clever design. To deliberately seek for that which will allow the unintentional to emerge

Homeomorfismo:

el concepto de homeomorfismo refleja cómo dos espacios topológicos son «los mismos» vistos de otra manera: permitiendo estirar, doblar o cortar y pegar. Sin embargo, los criterios intuitivos de «estirar», «doblar», «cortar y pegar» requieren de cierta práctica para aplicarlos correctamente. Deformar un segmento de línea hasta un punto no está permitido, por ejemplo. Contraer de manera continua un intervalo hasta un punto es otro proceso topológico de deformación llamado homotopía.

"Tiempo que deviene
Bajo ritmo destructor
Esculpiendo del capullo una flor.
Profunda fibra de la carne
Que presiente caer
Como el pétalo marchito
Ansiando el recuerdo
De la carne rosando carne
Eyaculando una sonrisa
En la eternidad."
.- Oss

"Time to come
Low destructive pace
Sculpting a flower from the bud.
Deep meat fiber
That he senses falling
Like the withered petal
Longing for the memory
Of the meat touching meat
Squirting a smile
In eternity."
.-Oss

This is my secret.
Because I have the eyes of a man, but I don't see like a man.
I have the warm human heart, but I am not satisfied with human madness.
And yet my path is in the midst of men.
And I called with force, and I called intensely, that perhaps, there were inside other bodies, brothers, but I had no answer.

I only find myself, really.

And my way is me before All, in a great endless battle until the last of my days on this Earth, between many who love me and others who hate me, but who have never understood that what I am is pure love: Its heights, dark and deep

Este es mi secreto.
Porque poseo los ojos de un hombre, pero no veo como un hombre.
Poseo el cálido corazón humano, pero no me satisfago con la locura humana.
Y, sin embargo, mi camino está en medio de los hombres.
Y llamé con fuerza, y llamé intensamente, que quizás, había dentro de otros cuerpos, hermanos, pero no tuve respuesta.

Solo me encuentro a mí mismo, de verdad.

Y mi camino soy yo ante el Todo, en una gran batalla sin fin hasta el último de mis días en esta Tierra, entre muchos que me aman y otros que me odian, pero que nunca han entendido que lo que soy es puro amor de las alturas, oscuras y profundas