breathtaking is a meaningless word. it never comes close to capturing that feeling when your heart plunges into a well, your brain swells inside your skull, your pupils dilate, and every bit of life in you stands cornered from something you have no ability to name, to contextualize, to get anywhere near reasoning with. "love me once again / if you dare," translated, is similarly pointless. i see the words, re-addressed to my mind, my understanding, but it comes only a fraction of the way to reaching the same outcome. whatever that kind of consumption is, in taking from Venezuelan folk tradition, reinterpreting, spitting back out and creating something this disgustingly powerful and transient—whatever it irks inside, that is the feeling that 'breathtaking' is trying painfully to grasp.