useful counterproductivity
21 sept 2016
27 abr 2016
Room 402 Reina Sofía , february, Madrid
- The High Grass -
Pierre Alechinsky
It was the very first time I felt like owning something.
26 mar 2016
16 mar 2016
Commuters Club
El hall a una ciudad de gente en pijama
Una ciudad de andar por casa
#cyclemehome #veryveryprofessionalcyclingteam
8 mar 2016
1 mar 2016
AUTOPÍA
CONTEXTO / BASES
El Ayuntamiento de Madrid, tras realizar estudios para la mejora de la calidad ambiental, requiere un plan de movilidad urbana alternativo.
Ante la congestión en la ciudad, respondemos en perpetuo movimiento impulsado por energía solar, ya sea tras digerir unas tapas o recargar la batería.
Especularemos sobre la obsolescencia del espacio dedicado al automóvil tras una integración eficiente. Reflexionaremos acerca de las percepciones equívocas de las distancias y el tiempo en una ciudad fragmentada por flujos a distintas velocidades.
No tenemos por qué ir a trabajar enfundados en un disfraz de ciclista. La empatía entre individuos que no dejan de ser nómadas en su ciudad eliminará los adelantamientos temerarios. Las misma mochila transporta lo necesario para una jornada de trabajo como lo que utilizarías para vivir indefinidamente en un cadáver exquisito de urbes sobre una estructura que sólo puede ser estable en movimiento.
OBJETIVO
Creación de una infraestructura permeable, de límite vibrante, concretando su disposición física y propiedades materiales con la responsabilidad estético-funcional que esto conlleva. Difusión del modelo adoptado.
ENCARGO
Trabajo de investigación en estrecha colaboración con la ciclosfera madrileña para contrastar la cartografía de las necesidades reales para la implantación de estrategias alternativas a la propulsión por combustión, con los informes ya redactados por especialistas ajenos.
27 ene 2016
28 dic 2015
29 oct 2015
26 oct 2015
Heliography
1 oct 2015
TRANSSYLVANIA - Cycle Me Home
Cycle Me Home, sinergia entre Máté y Levente.
Máté Pálla (1988) camarógrafo; cursó sus estudios en Royal Holloway, University of London. Levente Klára (1988) editor de cine, por la Universidad de Teatro y Arte Cinematográfico de Budapest + ECAM, Madrid. Ambos son amigos desde el instituto, donde empezaron a realizar cortos, trabajaron como VJs en clubs y festivales.
Cycle Me Home comienza en 2011, cuando Levi decidió volver a Budapest en bicicleta después de un semestre en Madrid y Máté se unió para documentar el viaje. El equipo continuó pedaleando y grabando, presentando nuevas perspectivas y distintos modos de narración en cada una de sus películas.
Este último trabajo muestra lo que cruzó su camino en Transylvania - región de Hungría en la que convivieron distintas etnias y que tras el replanteo de fronteras después de la WW1 pasa a formar parte de Rumanía - junto a Sergio Ávila, Flo, Go Jo y Milan .
La voz de Gyula Szersén - doblador de David Attenborough en húngaro - hilvana el viaje en el que nos sumergimos con la banda sonora por Andras Toth, composición en función de la edición del film.
Y les vemos mirar, reir, pasar, y vemos paisajes, y no es hasta pasado un buen rato que descubrimos que se trata de una manada de ciclistas en su habitat natural, carreteras inexploradas. El ascenso de Transfagaras, los Montes Cárpatos en piñón fijo.
Transsylvania nos deja con el sabor de boca tras un brindis con palinka.
7 jul 2015
I wonder what is going to happen with our external hard discks when we die
All the information selected and created among this plane, contained in few small electronic boxes
We should run to get the most secure cover, prevent any external condition from ruining their circuits
Erect special rooms to store them, use the security cameras in banks where money used to be
Are we planing to keep the memory sticks inside a book? I gave it a try, it won't close. Furthermore everyone will find it at the first glimpse, so no story
Who should give a shit about your selected readings for the ebook if they probably won't be able to read this information?
I find those objects-information funny,
and comfortable to move around carrying with all; it weights as much as the grapefruits you carry for next morning juice
We go on secretly living as a smart Diogenes,
I can only guess we all will reach a point where we stop caring about anything that is not inside our memory
If for any reason we stop managing it well, or we lose it, the shapes carved inside will remain
allowing us to keep on
So that's the only thing we should really take care of
We are not as contemporary as we pretend. We still like slightly dusty rooms, that's why this vintage revival ¿see the people wearing plastic white clothes and matching leggins walking around looking through their googleglasses?
Being modern is not breaking with everything and try to invent something from scratch but taking what is useful of the research done until this point and work forward
That's why I write on the net instead of a notepad, from one plane to another through the computer
Stupid pride and envy of the stone
what is relevant
20 jun 2015
4 jun 2015
1 jun 2015
1 may 2015
15 abr 2015
THE RIGHT SCALE OF CITIES
People aim to live in society, crystallized as the city.
The flow of population from the village pursued safety inside its walls.
Throughout time, physical security, turned into the chance to make a living out of our profession and
interact with new people.
Living in larger and more diverse settlements
doesn't mean that its inhabitants share a sense of community. Actually it
reaches a point where cohesion is impossible
to get.
There are certain tasks to be done
by capable people - including food and sustainable energy production - in
order to keep society running .
They
increase in number the larger the community gets .
But this growth shouldn't be translated into widespread ground predation around the core of the
old city.
The right scale of a city is enclosed inside what the society which
planned it expected. We just have to retain the urge of expanding and multiply
by thinking more carefully
.
A proper analysis of the
reality gives hints of the requirements. It can always be solved in an
ecological way. We just have to make a
step back ,and at the same time, apply the technology we have developed. Even if it goes against the interest
of the few.
Planning has to be lead by necessity
and sustainability, leaving speculation
as the anecdote that deceased our previous society. An agreement between the
number of citizens and their right to live in a good environment.
We should look back to some old cities bringing back the beauty of
balance between order and diversity. Investing in culture and education we could reach a point where we can lean on freedom of choice to make it happen.
People aim to own a home. Some moved to suburban areas due to lower prices
of mortgage in the periphery. Others just keep moving, trying to find
somewhere genuine, without realizing
that in order to reach that place , they have to stop and commit with a project.
Because of promoter's interest and
its lack on both planners and population, new residential areas are a landscape
of roundabouts, where commuting is
pointless without a car. Resulting
in a consequent time-money consumption
and air pollution.
Since maintenance cost of
spread public services is higher
than in a compact area, neither citizens or municipalities are really saving or
making money out of suburban developments in the long term.
Instead of growing in height
or sprawling "ad
infinitum", we believe in conurbation
of self sufficient cities - in which inhabitants can make it in walking and cycling distances, spending less than one hour per day commuting - linked all together by efficient, affordable
and ecological means of transport. Leaving
space for nature in between. Sharing the sense
of belonging to a big regional city.
Re-habitation of already existing towns nearby which drink from rehabilitation and creation of new
quality public spaces and instead of
draining the energy from the old structures - now impossible to cope with the
increased population -.
At the same time, by puttig down price of land in the center, municipalities will
save money of suburbs facilities. Bringing back life to the center.
Saving 40% of the locals at the street level for small business, keeping big corporations where they belong, inside the shopping mall.
Allowing inhabitants to make their life inside walking or cycling distances
will result in higher productivity for business, Making it easier to access
customers, and benefit from knowledge
spill over that happen within.
There is internet. Big companies
are moving their offices to countries
where the cost of living remains low - and despite the lack of amenities can offer
good weather, healthy food, smaller communities with narrower links -. We
should learn and take the most from it.
Previous generations fought for a place to live and certain commodities; once the mortgage has been
paid we heritage spaces to call home when we are in need.
Living in rented spaces has
always been seen as a lack of stability. Certainly, mortgage attaches you to a
place, but on the other hand when there is no job - so no income to afford it- it's
almost impossible to move to look for a better luck somewhere else.
We could lose this fear instead - now that retirement plans are not
something sure -, look for a chance to really save money for the future during our working life, and maybe move
back to the place where you grew up when you feel you are done with it.
Far from an accurate answer, the right scale of a city is created by
people which share the sense of
belonging not to a city but to the region,
as they feel at home in any of the communities within.
They all share the walking-cycling distance facility. There is repetition and variety. Not ruled by a strict normative but by necessity and common sense.
Facades of the average 6-8 stores buildings have balconies and shape a well defined urban space with sunlight. Unfamiliar houses will continue the line of the street - as in London or the Netherlands - either with
a fence, mid height bushes or any other solution that keeps the chance of eye contact between pedestrians.
This network could be spotted with odd high buildings for "another
perspective" lovers, which together with public buildings would work as landmarks, always taking care of shaping quality urban space.
Larger trees will provide
shadow on the streets - so we have to plan space for the roots -. Vegetable patch for self-consumption could take place on the courtyards of the blocks. Or pop up in any
other convenient place as urban gardens.
The definition of city has nothing to do with hectares, whether if it's
not paved or asphalted, width of the streets or the number of car lanes and
avenues.
City means to be able to feel the vibes
of other people working inside
business in the ground floor, open to the streets. Look in the eyes to some
other random pedestrian, and run into someone familiar from time to time.
We could take a look at the scheme of Howard's Garden City and overlay already existing dwellings that could have a new renascence. One will never look the same as the other.
To sum up: the right scale of a city is that one where you can commute to work spending max.1 hour per day, through an attractive public
space, plus enjoy some outdoor nest in
your house as a balcony or small backyard. Having the chance to meet nature within a 20 km ride. The main
point of a city is to create appealing public spaces inviting to interaction in the search of inspiring new
thoughts from other people.
There is no much difference between total surface of land occupied from
nowadays cities - it's all a matter of composition
- but life would be more pleasant.
This is just my vision - today - over the always open forum about the
city.
There is much more yet to come.
There is much more yet to come.
3 mar 2015
Superficie de piel expuesta de un cuerpo, en metros cuadrados.
Según Du Bois & Du Bois:
X= 0.202 * m^0.425 * h^0.725
m= weight (kg)
h= height (meters)
Surface of exposed skin of a body, according to Du Bois & Du Bois.
X= 0.202 * m^0.425 * h^0.725
m= weight (kg)
h= height (meters)
21 oct 2014
El colapso de la mesa de estudio |
Aprovecho la ocasión para preguntar qué fue del pan.
Hablo de un buen pan de los de antes. Fruto del madrugar de un maestro panadero. Sencillo. Ese que en los 90 aparecía colgado del pomo de la puerta envuelto en una bolsa de plástico y estaba permitido ir a buscar aún en pijama -al menos en mi barrio, o eso decía mi madre- .
Por su sabor simple y comportamiento al mordisco, me gusta el de Malabo. Cuando está recién hecho, de corteza muy fina y crujiente. Hay que hacer cola para no quedarse sin él.
A las ciudades llegan en masas en estado de coma dentro de cajas. Luego serán reutilizadas por los sin techo y los interesados en las curvas de nivel.
He llegado a verlos yacer hinchados en su redondez y miga sobre estanterías de supermercado, con un código de barras pegado directamente en la piel de su frente.
A nadie parece preocupar cómo aparece ante sí, ni que les pinchen un ojo al pagarlo. ¿Recuerdan cuándo/dónde lo probaron por última vez?
Hoy, ni pan ni tabaco ni vendimia.
Me invade el desasosiego al pensarlo.
Right now, I would smoke a cigarette and stand still.
By the way; I wonder about bread.
I'm talking about a proper bread. Product of the early start of a baker. Simple. Back in the 90's it used to pop up hanging from the doorknob wrapped in a plastic bag, and it was politically correct to go and pick it up wearing pyjama -at least in my neighbourhood, or that's what my mother told me-.
I like the one made in Malabo for it's easy flavour and behaviour against the bite. It's fresh, thin crust but crunchy. You wait in line because they might run out of it.
Bread arrives to the cities as a dough in state of coma inside boxes. Which then will be reused by homeless and the ones keen on contour lines.
I have seen them lying bloated in their roundness and center over supermarket shelves, with a barcode sticker on the skin of their forehead.
No-one seems to care how do they appear in front of them or that they put a needle in their eye when they pay it. Do you remember when/where did you taste one for the last time?
Today, no bread, no tobacco neither harvest.
A sense of unease when I think about it.
8 sept 2014
up, down, strange, charm, bottom, top
Riding as improving the skill to be in focus
by bringing yourself from S to B.
Learn from the uncountable seen on the way,
your reactions.
I started a list of dead animals spotted on the road so I could honour them,
but it grew fast
and I rather stay in the mass of the alive
so we can meet in B, for example.
so we can meet in B, for example.
Pedalear como forma de perfeccionar mi capacidad de contención
transportandote de S a B.
Aprende de lo incontable visto en el camino,
de tus reacciones.
Aprende de lo incontable visto en el camino,
de tus reacciones.
Empecé una lista mental de animales muertos encontrados en la carretera para homenajearlos,
pero aumentó rápido
pero aumentó rápido
y es mejor permanecer en la masa de los vivos
para poder encontrarnos en B, por ejemplo.
para poder encontrarnos en B, por ejemplo.
2 sept 2014
El tradicional baile de parejas doblando sábanas y manteles
The ancient dance of couples folding clean linens and blanquets
.
The joy of the women walking around the house after a shower while touching her pubic hair,
under the shettler of the night which filled the air outside and leaks its dark indoors
.
Certain kind of darkness would make any night turn into an earlymoringwithoutsleep film
.
Her shadow is everywhere the light can't reach
.
And for all of those of my virgins, a song I still don't understand but love.
Part of a movie I haven't seen yet.
Part of a movie I haven't seen yet.
El tradicional baile de parejas doblando sábanas y manteles
.
El deleite de la mujer que deambula por su casa después de una ducha mientras se acaria el bello pubico,
al cobijo de la noche que ha llenado el aire afuera y filtra oscuridad hacia el interior
.
Algunos tipos de negrura hacen que cualquier tarde se convierta en una peliculatraslaamanecida
.
Su sombra está en todas partes sin luz
.
Y para todas mis santas,una canción que áun no comprendo y me gusta.
Parte de una pelicula que no he visto todavía.
al cobijo de la noche que ha llenado el aire afuera y filtra oscuridad hacia el interior
.
Algunos tipos de negrura hacen que cualquier tarde se convierta en una peliculatraslaamanecida
.
Su sombra está en todas partes sin luz
.
Y para todas mis santas,una canción que áun no comprendo y me gusta.
Parte de una pelicula que no he visto todavía.
21 ago 2014
Sex is not penetration, sex is a reaction inside our brain
Now that it’s not windy I would like to talk about roberry, and explain how I learnt good manners.
I shut up the mouths in my fingertips .
There is no internet in our house in Madrid. Time either.
There is no internet in our house in Madrid. Time either.
My conversations with the void became talks with other human, throught a wineglass.
Tempted by the ephemeral of words.
Sounds of points of view, communicate and cease.
If by any chance someone comes waving a sheet of paper I could only stare back blankly.
Perhaps one day your grandma sees the things that you capture
and shock,
or your future boss,
and never become so.
All who matter, already know or can expect anything from me.
I don't want to harm them.
Shots of information, little by little,
so they don't panic and start to think that I travel in a worm tunnel through transparent plasma.
I would love to touch the ground down my foot as a Buaki.
Not to mention my thing with the samurai-loincloth or the fact that I would love to be unwrapped out of a saree.
Boring underwear in summer,
bras with foam totally against the beauty of the breast and incompatible with the beat.
Sex is not penetration, sex is a reaction inside our brain.
And behind all of our brains, our brain.
bras with foam totally against the beauty of the breast and incompatible with the beat.
Sex is not penetration, sex is a reaction inside our brain.
And behind all of our brains, our brain.
It's 04:07 of the twenty-first of august of two-thousand and fourteen,
I wanted to place a picture of the bike trip with Julci and Szofi here, but I dropped the camera in Cannes and a mercedes ran over it. Only 13 left to finish that film.
Ahora que no hace viento quiero hablar de robar y alardear de como he aprendido a tener decoro.
Mantengo la boca de mis dedos cerrada, están ocupados.
En nuestra casa en Madrid no hay internet. Ni tiempo.
Y lo cierto es que mis conversaciones al vacío han dado paso a diálogos con otro humano, copa en mano.
Me seduce lo efímero de las palabras.
Sonidos de puntos de vista, comunican y cesan.
Si se diese el caso de que alguien llega blandiendo una hoja con mi escrito solo podría permanecer mirándole a los ojos.
Puede que un día tu abuela vea lo que plasmas
y se escandalice,
o tu futuro jefe
y no llegue a serlo nunca.
Todo aquel que me importa o sabe o espera cualquier cosa de mi
Yo, sobre todo, no quiero hacerles daño.
Curas de espanto, poco a poco,
para que no se asusten y crean que viajas en un agujero a traves del plasma transparente.
Me gustaría tocar el suelo con la planta de los pies como una Buaki.
Por no hablar de lo mio con el taparrabo a lo samurai ni de que quiero desenvolverme de un Sari.
La ropa interior me aburre en verano
los sujetadores de copa me parecen cada vez más antiestéticos e incompatibles con el beat.
Sexo no es penetración, el sexo es una reacción en nuestro cerebro.
Y detrás de todos nuestros cerebros, nuestro cerebro.
Son las 04:07 del veintiuno de agosto de dos mil catorce,
Quería poner aquí una foto del viaje en bici junto a Szofi y Julci, pero se me calló la cámara en Cannes y la atropelló un mercedes. A sólo 13 de finalizar el carrete.
19 ago 2014
26 feb 2014
to scape from gravity 11km/second
Can Time-Space be finitum if there is no border or limit?
I want an explanation.
Could also live without it.
What about geometry beeing just the relation we want to find between random points.
Is it the law that you are trying to find the relief from reaching an expected result?
The only thing I can tell about physics, geometry and reality is that there has to be a crowd wich ratify and agree to share it.
Fuck Mandalas
Mandalas are a process. Not a hidden pattern.
.
mandala minimo
11km/segundo para escapar de la gravedad
¿Puede el Espacio-Tiempo ser finito si no hay borde o limite?
Exijo una explicacion.
Y puedo vivir sin ella.
Geometria como relación que queremos ver entre dos puntos aleatorios.
¿Acaso la conclusion a la que intentas llegar es el sosiego por haber obtenido un resultado predecible?
Lo único que se de física, geometría y realidad es el hecho de que ha de existir una masa que los ratifique y comparta.
"Fuck" Mandalas
Mandala es el proceso. No unas proporciones ocultas.
.
mandala minimo
Can Time-Space be finitum if there is no border or limit?
I want an explanation.
Could also live without it.
What about geometry beeing just the relation we want to find between random points.
Is it the law that you are trying to find the relief from reaching an expected result?
The only thing I can tell about physics, geometry and reality is that there has to be a crowd wich ratify and agree to share it.
Fuck Mandalas
Mandalas are a process. Not a hidden pattern.
.
mandala minimo
11km/segundo para escapar de la gravedad
¿Puede el Espacio-Tiempo ser finito si no hay borde o limite?
Exijo una explicacion.
Y puedo vivir sin ella.
Geometria como relación que queremos ver entre dos puntos aleatorios.
¿Acaso la conclusion a la que intentas llegar es el sosiego por haber obtenido un resultado predecible?
Lo único que se de física, geometría y realidad es el hecho de que ha de existir una masa que los ratifique y comparta.
"Fuck" Mandalas
Mandala es el proceso. No unas proporciones ocultas.
.
mandala minimo
12 feb 2014
- biology project by Ai Hasegawa
I wanna deliver a...
http://vimeo.com/77692389
I wanna deliver a shark
http://vimeo.com/23021923
http://aihasegawa.info/?works=i-wanna-deliver-a-shark
http://aihasegawa.info/?works=i-wanna-deliver-a-dolphin
http://vimeo.com/77692389
I wanna deliver a shark
http://vimeo.com/23021923
http://aihasegawa.info/?works=i-wanna-deliver-a-shark
http://aihasegawa.info/?works=i-wanna-deliver-a-dolphin
29 ene 2014
La relación entre el pavimento de hormigón
y el rendimiento académico de los niños.
Una planta demasiado verde [nexo] gobierno.
Y entre cualquier par de entre todos los puntos, con tan sólo tres giros en la frase*.
*[puede ser tan larga como tu aliento o la memoria a corto plazo del que lee,
sólo acaban con el punto.]
The relation between concrete paviment
and high academic achievement in kids.
A plant that is too green [nexus] government..
And between any pair among all the spots, just by three twist on the sentence*.
*[it can be as long as your breath or the short-term memory of the reader]
27 dic 2013
Sobre María Mandinga
Una tarde de panza de burro vestida de invierno tras bajar las escaleras sin ventanas del aula, decidió dejar de tocar el piano.
Sus manos son finas, con dedos largos y uñas cortas, de paleta larga.
La memoria, relativa. Puede realizar ejercicios de repetición para olvidar al no encontrar en ellos utilidad alguna.
Interés y las manos, única descripción de lo que ha aprendido y aprenderá.
Las clases no le ayudarían a improvisar. Así, creyó pertinente cambiar el uso que hacia de esas horas.
Ahora sus manos alzan,
le acompañan a los lados cuando mira, o simplemente está. No hay que dar explicaciones simplemente por sólo estar.
Colocan el filtro en sus labios,
guían el lápiz,
parten chocolate,
agarran con fuerza,
sostienen la copa de vino.
Manejan.
Hacen click y signos obscenos a los que tocan el claxon.
Activan el sonido de la piedra del encendedor como si el fuego fuera para una dama.
Muerden y acarician la piel más suave.
Su madre dice que se ha convertido en una mujer rara de esas que en vez de hacer punto de cruz, leen. Que se parece a su abuela. Ella sólo escuchó su voz por teléfono, ella no la vio nunca.
María Mandinga no va ser pianista. De todo esto sólo aprendió a escrutar, ejercitar y atender a las manos.
Menos mal que no le dejaron vender el piano para comprar una moto. Cuando tenga el pelo blanco, volverá a tocarlo. Se reconocerá en su negro reflejo.
Mientras inspirará, ante lo que quiere ver.
Es tódo lo que puede decir del proceso de tener manos hasta la fecha.
A donkey-belly afternoon dressed in winter clothes she decided to quit the piano lessons while going down-stairs, there were no windows.
Her hands are thin, with long fingers and short nails of long surface.
Her memory, relative. she can play repetitions exercises to forget, not finding them usefull.
Interest and her hands, only description of what she learnt.
The lessons won't help her to improvise, so she made the desition of keeping those hours busy with other subject.
Now her hands hold,
stand by the sides while she see things, or just let herself be. There is no need to give explanations when you just are.
They put the filter on her lips,
lead a pencil,
touch the softest skin,
they tear chocolate,
grab hard,
hold the wine glass.
Lead,
click and show obscene signs to the ones that honk.
Make the stone of the lighter sound as if the fire was for a lady,
They get inside you, of your nose.
My hands bite and touch the softest skin.
My mother says I became one of those strange women that instead of make labours, read. That I look like my grandmother. She only heard her voice, i never saw her.
María Mandinga won't be a pianist. All in all, she only learnt to stare, move and pray attention to her hands.
Thanks got they didn't allow me to change the piano for a motorbike. I will play again when my hair turns white. I like the lines and finishing. I will recognize myself on the black reflection.
Until then the girl will play other things. Breath-in in front of what she wants to see.
This is all I can say about the process of having hands today.
Sus manos son finas, con dedos largos y uñas cortas, de paleta larga.
La memoria, relativa. Puede realizar ejercicios de repetición para olvidar al no encontrar en ellos utilidad alguna.
Interés y las manos, única descripción de lo que ha aprendido y aprenderá.
Las clases no le ayudarían a improvisar. Así, creyó pertinente cambiar el uso que hacia de esas horas.
Ahora sus manos alzan,
le acompañan a los lados cuando mira, o simplemente está. No hay que dar explicaciones simplemente por sólo estar.
Colocan el filtro en sus labios,
guían el lápiz,
parten chocolate,
agarran con fuerza,
sostienen la copa de vino.
Manejan.
Hacen click y signos obscenos a los que tocan el claxon.
Activan el sonido de la piedra del encendedor como si el fuego fuera para una dama.
Muerden y acarician la piel más suave.
Su madre dice que se ha convertido en una mujer rara de esas que en vez de hacer punto de cruz, leen. Que se parece a su abuela. Ella sólo escuchó su voz por teléfono, ella no la vio nunca.
María Mandinga no va ser pianista. De todo esto sólo aprendió a escrutar, ejercitar y atender a las manos.
Menos mal que no le dejaron vender el piano para comprar una moto. Cuando tenga el pelo blanco, volverá a tocarlo. Se reconocerá en su negro reflejo.
Mientras inspirará, ante lo que quiere ver.
Es tódo lo que puede decir del proceso de tener manos hasta la fecha.
A donkey-belly afternoon dressed in winter clothes she decided to quit the piano lessons while going down-stairs, there were no windows.
Her hands are thin, with long fingers and short nails of long surface.
Her memory, relative. she can play repetitions exercises to forget, not finding them usefull.
Interest and her hands, only description of what she learnt.
The lessons won't help her to improvise, so she made the desition of keeping those hours busy with other subject.
Now her hands hold,
stand by the sides while she see things, or just let herself be. There is no need to give explanations when you just are.
They put the filter on her lips,
lead a pencil,
touch the softest skin,
they tear chocolate,
grab hard,
hold the wine glass.
Lead,
click and show obscene signs to the ones that honk.
Make the stone of the lighter sound as if the fire was for a lady,
They get inside you, of your nose.
My hands bite and touch the softest skin.
My mother says I became one of those strange women that instead of make labours, read. That I look like my grandmother. She only heard her voice, i never saw her.
María Mandinga won't be a pianist. All in all, she only learnt to stare, move and pray attention to her hands.
Thanks got they didn't allow me to change the piano for a motorbike. I will play again when my hair turns white. I like the lines and finishing. I will recognize myself on the black reflection.
Until then the girl will play other things. Breath-in in front of what she wants to see.
This is all I can say about the process of having hands today.
23 dic 2013
WE WERE BORN CANARIES
a summer day by the Senne reminds me to this seaside in winter
and illustrates the post about some Danish guys with a link to the islands i don't know JET.
-WE WERE BORN CANARIES-
día de verano a orillas del Sena que me recordaba a esta costa en invierno
e ilustra el post acerca de unos daneses con algún tipo de relación con las islas que desconozco AVIONAÚN.
11 dic 2013
15 nov 2013
Cómo meter 2 km de Madrid en 35m2
How to make 2km of Madrid fit into 35m2
odd autum
people throwing leaves on the streets
garbage falls from the sky
it's getting more interesting
can't take my eyes off the new textures on the ground
dust, sad single shoes
furniture that lost its color, trash
free materials for school-models, drugs
books and broken dolls, food rejected from the markets
today the city merges more layers of eventualities than it's used to
will it saturate?
this can be inspiring for poets
we rather play with the trash
feel like a thiev
add some mess
no-one will realize
we managed to make 2 km of Madrid fit into 35m2
same living room, different scenarios
[well, actually i just supervised it]
Although it has few to do with Africa or Detroit, this seems like a proper soundtrack:
SIXTO RODRIGUEZ
COLD FACT
COMING FOM REALLYTY
gente tirando hojas a las calles
basura que cae del cielo
se está poniendo interesante
por primera vez no puedo apartar la mirada del suelo
polvo, tristes zapatos sin pareja
muebles que ha perdido su color, basura
material gratis para maquetas, drogas
libros y muñecos rotos, comida desechada por los supermercados
la ciudad hoy presenta más estratos de eventualidades de los que está acostumbrada
¿se sarutará?
fuente de inspiracion para poetas
nosotros preferimos jugar con la basura
siéntase como un ladrón
añada desorden
total, nadie se dará cuenta...
nos las arreglamos para meter 2km de Madrid en 35m2
la misma sala de estar, distintos escenarios
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