Sometimes it happens: when a person's eyes are not limited to just looking at you, but they absorb you, they introduce you to a tunnel where you can only hug yourself to vertigo, where space and time expand, and you stay there swinging between states of mind completely opposed, while his gaze penetrates your armor and reaches your soul. And under his view you wonder if you will still have the strength to believe in your certainties that now crumble too easily. His eyes ... your eyes ... how much have I loved them? Those eyes that started a cataclysm