There are places where you have lived many thing and when you leave them a part of you stays there.

Every experience leaves a mark on the memory. The past is anchored in the mind and comes back at times. Abandoned spaces also have their memory, all the stories that have lived in them. A ghost that keeps remembering everything lived.

(The objectification of the bodies) Sexual objectification takes place when the person is attributed to the condition of sexual object. Dissociating the sexual sexes and the physical beauty of the rest of the personality and existence as an individual. This phenomenon is transferred to all areas of a society addicted to consumption, new, using and throwing. Making human relationships a mere transaction.

I would like to talk about desire, the sensation that makes one feel incomplete without knowing why. It is as if the happiness puzzle is missing a piece.

Desire drives us to look for and try to achieve our objectives but at the same time, can lead to a state of melancholy and anxiety for fear of not being able to enjoy what we aspire to.

Incomplete is a small essay on this feeling, the thirst of feeling incomplete, the amputation of the soul.

Love of today must to be served in very thin slices, sparing in love and human warmth. A good stream of lemon -and a pinch of coarse salt- is recommended on this contemporary love, so that it shines more.

Two concepts completely different. Two pairs of hands far from each other. Without more defense than themselves, the Pianist and The Onanist are facing loneliness separately. Thus shake hands in the distance to make a SOLO.