Share / Compartir SharesWhen silence settles, in the in between spaces, questions arise from the Other world. Just a moment ago I believed that my children were real, being a mother is real. When the silence settles and words leave the room, when I lose my body—a dismemberment of the soul—incandescence emerges. I still remember a time when I would collapse during tension, collapse into one reality or the other. Instead, I would say my joints and tendons are a bit looser, better adept to the morphing of multiple existences.