inhabitants

And one day she finally discovered that all the people who lived in that city were in fact ducks disguised as persons. *

She started to think that probably the people of another cities could be another kind of animals too.

*so metaphoric that it thrills.

orbium

In spite that Copernicus, in the 16th century affirmed that the Earth turned around the Sun, still today - in the century XXI - we continue saying that the Sun goes out for the east and hides itself for the west.

It seems that the Sun is the only one that continues moving while the Earth is absolutely quiet.*

*what a terrible shock for the human narcissism.

rooms

she changed the white for the black.
and now she wasn't sure if she was whitening the room or if the walls were blacking her *

*english is a language to be created (I take Saussure's ideas)

**so metaphoric as usual.

circle

"...and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."

John Donne

In 1940, Ernest Hemingway wrote one of his best novels about the Spanish civil war: "For whom the bell tolls". Some years later the story was taken to the cinema. But there is no doubt that the american writer took the title of his book from that meditation of John Donne -who, by the way, was a priest-.*

*isn't it the holy circle that you are always talking about?

representation

A man approached to Picasso and said to him: "Sincerely I do not like your paintings. I do not understand them. "

-Why?, Picasso asked

-Because you do not draw the things as they really are. Your paintings do not represent them.
- And how do you think that the things are?
- Well, for example look at this photograph of my wife. My wife looks this way. You should simply draw the things as they are.
Picasso looked at the photograph of the woman and said: "Well, the truth is that for me,your wife is small enough and too snub".

*in the pic, Picasso's fingers looks huge. It makes me laugh a lot.

betrayed

"Haven`t seen you quite a while

I was down the hole just passing time

Last time we met was a low-lit room

We were as close together as a bride and groom

We ate the food, we drank the wine

Everybody having a good time

Except you

You were talking about the end of the world "

prisoner

Foucault affirms that when it passed of the big punishments on the body to a regime of imprisonment in the jail, it meant that the body was something valuable for the State -that now wanted to take advantage of it to the maximum- The passage of the punishment of the body to the soul, is what this philosopher considers to be the creation of the soul as jail of the body.*

*and the poor Plato who thought that the body was the jail of the soul... it was obvious that he didn't know the modern States.
** to punish the soul instead of the body, it must be like being in hell on Earth... (so tragic, so tragic, I know)

17

what is it possible to do in seventeen seconds? *

*it is a measure of life

map

Two lonely stars in a virtual map.
Two stars beating at the same time, in the middle of an unreal night.

I'm sure that you have seen them.

two hearts shinning for the same beat in the veins*

*Eduardo Galeano would say: "they are two by mistake that the night corrects"

dandy

Day's End , by Charles Baudelaire
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In evening as the sun goes down
She twists and dances mindlessly -
Life, in her brash effrontery.
But also, when above the town

The night has risen, charming, vast,
Blessing the hungry with its peace,
Obliterating all disgrace,
The Poet tells himself: 'At last!

My spirit, like my backbone, seems
Intent on finding its repose;
The heart so full of mournful dreams,

I'll stretch out on my weary back
And roll up in your curtains, those
Consoling comforters of black!'

*photograph taken by Nadar

sharp

to have the skill of using just one word to define each situation*

just one word...

*I should really like to have "this grace"

** or disgrace

rationalism

since the modern ages, the "effect" has use the idea of "cause" to justify itself*

*good for it!

blue

grey is turning to*

*go to the title

parasite

nobody will be able to convince me that the time is an objective stuff
exactly in this moment, time slips away so slowly that a clock will melt before another second runs

*a little watch is holding my wrist so tight with its little arms, like if its mechanical and tiny life was depending on the beating of my veins.

umbrella

to come back and notice that someone had been waiting*

*for the rain

surprise

It is like to discover that under the ground, at 5 metres from the surface existed many secret alleys that joined the city.*

*hidden connections to reduce the distance.
** running in the middle of the darkness, with a candle in the hand to get to the light of a holy room.
** *this is what my city is made for

frankfurt

german philosopher played by an old piano

*herr Adorno sounds magically meanwhile the piano analiyzes the critical theory

design

because Bauhaus is much more than a british gothic rock band

*for instance: a chair.

secret

*

cocutu

yellow

"...a sun more sun than the sun"

how would it be a sun like this?

somewhat.
Maybe it would be an extrasun or a bigsun

or probably it would be a huge sun with a planet included and a moon by its own.

but if someone asked me, I would like a lemonsun.

a juicy sun for the summers.

and we could eat ice-creams of sun during the siestas, while everybody sleep*

*surrealism is killing me, i know but i don't care.

fraud

Foucault suggested that Marx had been just a storm inside a glass of water*











*tout celui que tu dis n'est tout à fait.
il est seul un peu plus pour scandaliser à la bourgeoisie.

demerol

"last night I told a stranger all about you

they smiled patiently with disbelief"

*demerol is the name of a drug -an alternative for a band's name-. Is this tragic enough? I don't know, but surely it is.

jail

and now i wonder: What am I going to do with all this freedom in front of me?

*freedom must be exactly like some horses running wild on the beach

humanity

One day, Gregor Samsa wakes up and discovers that he has turned into something monstrous, into something without name - that usually is represented as a roach or a beetle-.
But evidently he is not anything of it, he is another thing.

In the first front page that was going to take the book and that the publisher sent Kafka -in order that he was approving it- it had been drawn one of these insects. Kafka rejected it immediately, because that one into what Gregor Samsa had turned into was slightly unrepresentable.

The publisher decided just to leave the drawing of an open door.

*in honour to the writer, I shall not put here any drawing about those insects to represent Gregor anymore.

home

One day, Hiroshi took a plane from Japan to Mexico.

His idea was to visit some cities in Mexico and after a while -probably no more than three months- he would come back to his house.

But, as soon as he arrived at the airport, he knew that the airport was the place where he wanted to live.

He had found his place in the world. He had finally found his home.

*a polite mexican woman invited him to live in her house. Hiroshi accepted, but after some weeks he returned to the airport. He said that the house was nice, but he needed more freedom.

dictionary

What does it mean: "Don't worry, we'll get the money somehow"?
(does it mean that they are going to rob a bank or that they are going to win the lottery for getting the money?)
What does it mean: "I'll always be with you somehow" ?

(does it mean that he is going to walk after her as a ghost or that he'll be close to her pretending to be neighbors?)

What does it mean: "This boy you love somehow"?

(does it mean that she loves him at the same way that she loves a dog or that she loves the cherries?)

what the hell does "somehow" mean?

I guess that i don't like this word anymore.

*I won't use the word "somehow" again. I have to find a way to replace it, somehow.

?

It is like being an stranger in a town.

Alone, by your own.

So lost, without understanding any word or any advertising.

when you are strange faces come out in the rain...

... and talking about rain: it was falling hail from the sky today

Probably God was using the earth like a ping pong table for playing with the devil.

*who could it be the winner?. always tragic, i know.

doubt

the moon that has been the moon since the beginning of the times

that all that she knows is how to be a moon -completely round and pale and so solid and persistent-.

don't you consider that maybe she can be tired of being the moon?

Ok, I accept it, you can say to me that she is not the same at every night because sometimes she has another appearance, and she becomes a turkish moon or she gets invisible.

but you know that in fact, that is only a trick played by the light of the sun -as a fake make up or something like that-

and probably, just for seconds she would rather be a bull or a chair, or the sun, or a girl, or a cat or anything but not the moon.

*poor moon, maybe she would like to spend the mornings rolling from a mountain to the plain.

welcome

It is like when you have a new home. You can make it on your own. You choose what things to put in it.

You hang some pictures, but maybe you don't like them enough, so you decide to change them.
You pick up what music to listen, the kind of light that you prefer.

What things you'll show, and the most important of all: what things you will hide.

Everything depends on you when the room is empty.

*without even knowing, you are painting everything with the sounds of your soul.

**this weird nighty world was waiting for you

construction

It was said that it was absolutely impossible to construct something just with sand...

*in spite of it, someone constructed a desert without even saying a word.

conquest

"The aborigens were defeated also by the amazement. The emperor Moctezuma received, in his palace, the first news: a big hill was moving over the sea. Other messengers came later:... " The foreigners were bringing "deer" that were supporting them so highly as the roofs. Throughout their bodies were wrapped, only their faces appear. They are white as if they were of lime. They have the yellow hair, though some of them have it black."

"The opened veins of Latin America", Eduardo Galeano

opinion

she used to think that creativity was the art of finding the hidden connections between things that had no connection.
For instance, to establish the secret relation between a Tsunami and the first pair of shoes that was made in Milan, in the XIII century.

*definitely, happiness was at her feet

sight

There is something in his face that frightens me.
Something about him reminds me to a vampire.
But the word vampire does not includes him totally.

There is a part of him that is escaping from me constantly (like the sand between the fingers)
As if he were a fallen and purple angel, he observes me from the dark beyond.

****there is no way to run away from his sight****

more

Ah! You want a better light than the light

of the sun!

You want greener meadows than these!

You want more beautiful flowers than these

I see !

I like this Sun, these meadows, these flowers,

But, if perhaps I do not like them,

What I want is a sun more sun than the Sun,

What I want are meadows more meadows than these meadows,

What I want are flowers more flowers than these flowers:

Everything more ideal than it is, in the same way and of the same way!

Alberto Caeiro*

*alberto caeiro was one of the multiple personalities that lived inside the portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa