Hacia la Luz, por el amor de Ometeotl

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Heraclitus's riverbed

The bowler hat was a motif in the musical composition that was Sabina's life. It returned again and again, each time with a different meaning, and all the meanings flowed through the bowler hat like water through a riverbed. I might call it Heraclitus' ('You can´t step twice into the same river') riverbed: the bowler hat was a bed through which each time Sabina saw another river flow, another semantic river : each time the same object would give rise to a new meaning, though all former meanings would resonate (like an echo, like a parade of echoes) together with the new one. Each new experience would resound, each time enriching the harmony.


The Unbearable Lightness of Being Milan Kundera




Thursday, 1 December 2011

brotar




sometimes we get so good at forgetting that we don't remember the things we meant to
not forget

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Mera Piya Ghar Aaya



sueltate
perdamonos
hipnotizado

perdonalos
sera posible perdonarnos?

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Saturday, 19 November 2011

Friday, 18 November 2011

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Sunday, 13 November 2011

suffused

there's an invisible, tangible, barrier to contend with when indigenous patients come to a Western medicine facility.

Saturday, 12 November 2011

Monday, 7 November 2011

Sunday, 30 October 2011

Thursday, 27 October 2011

nombres viejos


nombres viejos que solo pueden pronunciar el viento
y los arboles

recuerdo, infantil

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One of my earliest memories is playing in the park with my best friend Juan Carlos, we must have been around 5 or 6. We were alone a few yards from our front doors. A fierce dog came running wildly towards us and Juan Carlos ran screaming. I froze. The dog ignored me. He chased Juan Carlos, who got a nasty bite on his bottom, needed stitches. It sometimes seems like I'm still waiting to see if it's safe to move.

Tery Bina



nada sin ti
nada

Monday, 24 October 2011

estetica, sangrienta

Creo que fue en Puerto Montt en el '93 que conoci a un escritor en una libreria. O si no, fue en otro pueblo de la costa chilena.
Se me acerco cuando tome su libro "Maldito Cristoforo Colombo" del estante. Llamativo ese titulo, no?

Conversamos del tema y me conto de un viaje que hizo a Londres tiempo atras. Habia recorrido los monumentos grandiosos, las magnificas iglesias, si. Conto que al pasear por esos andenes, apreciando ese zenit de la civilizacion humana, lo unico que veia era la sangre de los ancestros indigenas corriendo por las alcantarillas.
Con todo el afecto que ya tenia, y sigo teniendo, hacia este lugar y su pueblo, no he podido arrancarme esa imagen...

Saturday, 22 October 2011

fronteriza


Irrunpiendo fronteras internas
eternas
para renacer o
recaer
construir te

Esta Vez

pinchinterprete

There's an invisible, tangible, barrier to contend with when indigenous patients come to a Western medicine facility.

Sabiendose De Los Descalzos

Sabiendose De Los Descalzos


Soy de los descalzos y estoy cansado 
de la lluvia que no cae, no me hace crecer,
mi sangre después de haberse vaciado de mí 
calienta como el sol.

Soy de los descalzos y estoy cansado 
de este color que pesa más que yo, 
mi corazón desprendido de mi cuerpo
ya sigue latiendo igual.

Soy de los descalzos, no tengo perdón 
por haber encontrado a cara pálida, 
mis brazos cortados por la misma mano
se abrazan hoy desamparados.

Soy de los descalzos, no tengo perdón,
de los descalzos ser, yo estoy cansado,
estoy cansado.
 
Julieta Venegas

Saturday, 15 October 2011

despair, tangible




The match hinged on the controversial sending off of captain Sam Warburton on 18 minutes for a dangerous tackle.
Coach Warren Gatland said afterwards: "I feel hollow. I feel our destiny was taken away from us in that minute."