\u201c\u2026The language is a skin: I scrape my language against one other. It\u2019s like having words like fingers, or fingers on the edge of my words. My language thrills of desire\u2026 \u201c(R. Barthes)<\/em><\/p>\nSuddenly a tremor occurs. The offset, as a result of the oscillations and the vibes of two reverse forces, opens a crack and everything goes upside-down. If the body takes apart the real protest is the one that attempts a \u201crebuilding\u201d in order to give birth to brand new shapes. A crack might lead the complete abandonment to a lonely drift or the attraction of these solitudes to the nothingness they have in common. The intuition is that the fracture happened is the essential leftover which is going to create the relation and the movement. The pressure is to stand in this holy place since it discloses the fragility of the Unfinished and the possible \u2013 new form of the Equilibrium. What does the offset produce? How does it modify the vibe\u2019s resonance? How long\u00a0 does the fracture last? Which forms are created by the urge of coming back to the origin in which we split up? Falling in the \u201cdesire\u201d, trough approach practises, sliding, oscillation, blocking, repetitions, extensions, light moving, rhythm variation, is the choice.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>