Premise by Eduardo Milán, Translated by Antonio Ochoa

We do not know if Orpheus really existed. Yet a gesture from his legend, the gaze of Orpheus or Eurydice’s disappearance, is to us more poetically electrifying and tragic than the particular details constructed around his possible existence. That moment, that passionate synecdoche where Blanchot situates the beginning of writing (‘writing begins with the gaze of Orpheus’), is a splitting that acquires such mythical transcendence that it is capable of configuring the legend and inventing the biography of its hero.