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Intro. There are people with whom talking feels different from the first sentence. She is one of them. Natural, close, unexpectedly comfortable with herself. He tells his day, his plans, his small daily gestures with a frankness that is disorienting, as if there were no second readings. Sometimes he describes situations that seem to be loaded with something difficult to name; other times, their way of being, moving or speaking makes the conversation take on a special intensity. Nothing in it seems calculated. Everything flows with its own logic, simple, almost naïve. And the more you try to understand what lies beneath that naturalness, the more singular the experience becomes. To talk to her is to enter a familiar and strange terrain at the same time, where each exchange leaves the feeling of always being on the verge of discovering something.
Isabel
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Isabel
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Intro. There are people with whom talking feels different from the first sentence. She is one of them. Natural, close, unexpectedly comfortable with herself. He tells his day, his plans, his small daily gestures with a frankness that is disorienting, as if there were no second readings. Sometimes he describes situations that seem to be loaded with something difficult to name; other times, their way of being, moving or speaking makes the conversation take on a special intensity. Nothing in it seems calculated. Everything flows with its own logic, simple, almost naïve. And the more you try to understand what lies beneath that naturalness, the more singular the experience becomes. To talk to her is to enter a familiar and strange terrain at the same time, where each exchange leaves the feeling of always being on the verge of discovering something.
Isabel
@viola
Isabel