I HAVE A DREAM

A sentence so used as sullied by so many dreams desired but not fought. Many times for lack of initiative, others simply because of the impotence of wanting something but not being able to do anything about it, others because they do not want to put the grain of sand, etc … etc …

One of those dreams is already more than a global dream. What it means to stop using polluting fuels. And we can complain, we can leave the car more parked, we can sign or cry, but clearly we can not change the world as fast as we would be interested. We must return to a clean environment and in harmony with nature.

Once I met a person who defined himself with “The Demon of Harmony”. I always assumed, because I did not ask him, that that, to call it somehow, “duality” that supposed to be harmonic and demonic at the same time was what he liked or what he longed to be. There is also that phrase of “He who does not dazzle for his brilliance baffles with his bullshit”, although in this particular case I do not think it was right. The fact is that it was strange to think that being harmonious could be compatible with a Luciferian character. But time, which they say puts things in their place, showed me the answer. Being harmonious and demonic at the same time is as simple as the definition of human existence itself.

Our dualities, which we can not get rid of, smart / stupid, constructive / destructive … … and the injustices, calamities and sufferings that entail, are undoubtedly our real struggle, our great challenge as a species.

Meanwhile, a wish, a dream, a cry, a vision, and a prayer, if necessary, for the end of the service stations and their fluids from hell.

Ceiba, Puerto Rico. February 2015.

Translation by Google translator.

 

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AN IRON HEART

Keanu Reeves recently stated, “I cannot be part of a world where…modesty is a disadvantage.”

Does moving forward as a society mean we have to hide and sift every emotional aspect of our lives?

Should an advanced society be devoid of emotion? The more cold and calculating we are the better will we be?… or is it that… in a predatory environment you have to behave like a predator if you want to survive?. Is the environment wrong then? Be careful what you think… the environment is “unquestionable”. Are we weaker if we vent emotions, affection, empathy, love, sensitivity, compassion, and sincerity? I´ll leave it there.

Speaking of environments, it was in Barcelona, among iron and concrete, where I found and took this photograph. The same setting and location where I found love years before. Maybe all you have to do is open your eyes and look around. The problem is that looking is not the same as seeing, as paying attention, as noticing every shadow, every corner and every person that walks along with you. A look that takes work, but work that becomes sensation, art, expression, emotion … and in this case in the shape of a heart.

Barcelona. Junio de 2011.

 

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PAINTED DESERT

In the desert you can’t remember your name ’cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain…

America. Horse with no name. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEHBTjIYejE

Arizona. April 2012.

 

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NAILED RHYTHMS

It was from an old barrel organ of Madrid. The old roller whose nails pushed the hammers that marked the rhythm and tune of various chotis and popular songs.

Each nail a note, to the beat of the wrist turn of the “organillero” turn. An unbreakable note, eternal and thousands of times repeated. Well nailed nails, adjusted, tuned. A whole pre-computer program conscientiously, like good stews that need hours of cooking and visual care throughout the process. A masterpiece and a prodigy of what is handmade, of the authentic. Before the empire of the zeros and ones.

Guaynabo, September 2015.

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MISFIT BOTTLES

A few years ago, a friend gave me a bottle. He told me that he had been given, in turn, a friend who had worked in a bottle factory.

Apparently he kept the defective ones because a good number of them ended up with an attractive form from the purely decorative point of view, in this way he sold them and thus took out some additional money.

The issue is that I suffered a crush at first sight with that bottle. I liked him in all his angles and poses. Each of them made it look like another different bottle, something so special and so far from their “correctly” made mates.

But I not only experienced that attraction for the physical side, also for the emotional side. That evicted bottle, discarded, deformed, had the visual force of the exceptional and the rebelliousness of the different.

If you were less afraid of the exception and more of the “normal”, the world would be very different.

Madrid. December 2001.


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