olor ajeno....

Tarde de visita obligada al museo, contemplación de las íntimas y poderosas soledades internas, apreciación de los productos del pensar, del crear de otros entes humanos, una pretendida objetividad llena de subjetivas apreciaciones acerca del quehacer creativo... y de repente ese olor… ese calor… esa presencia… ¡Ese olor! Corriente pasajera que atraviesa la médula espinal y el sistema nervioso, ese olor que habla de un universo ajeno, ajeno y prohibido, prohibido y distante a pesar de la innegable cercanía encontrada. Ese olor que trastoca la percepción de la realidad circundante, que arrastra la atención, la percepción sensorial, dejando mí ser dislocado en el espacio vacío del no tiempo mental. Olor mensajero de invitaciones al descaro, al desenfreno, a bacanales mentales de creatividad latente, de expresividad incipiente, de pasiones ocultas que no pueden develarse, distractor del instante teórico, opresor del angustiante silencio en que lo implícito quiere mostrarse salvajemente explicito, sensualmente explicito… y no lo hace por respeto de la entidad ajena, del sentimiento  que no puede (o no quiere, o no debe) ser correspondido, de un querer que no puede ser recíproco…

La confusión me invade, el sentimiento me corroe y me corrompe en formas innombrables, quisiera gritar purpureas sensaciones en vientos gélidos y mortuorios… ese olor me destruye y me distrae de la realidad, ese olor que añoro cercano, realmente cercano y no solo percibido. Acumulación de intensidad opalina que refleja una angustia casi religiosa, llanto sulfúreo por lo imposible y añorado, silencio mortuorio por lo que no puede ser. Lo mejor sería la distancia y el olvido, la no percepción de este ente ajeno que me hace querer imposibles… mejor silencio, mejor distancia y olvido, mejor un entierro y nuevas percepciones, nuevas apreciaciones, nuevas apariencias y presencias desconocidas hasta ahora en el devenir de mi realidad…

Tarde de visita obligada al museo, contemplación de las propias falencias y soledades destructivas, fuego crepitante para un creador que ha de aprovecharse exhaustivamente pues no es eterno; y ese olor en las corrientes del viento, ese olor en las pasionales corrientes sanguíneas, ese olor prohibido que no debo percibir más. Demasiado hormonal y demasiado solo, solo en compañía, solo en un silencio que desea. ¡Silencio! Mejor no decir más…

Música

Monotipo - Pulp Fiction (Mia Wallace & Vincent Vega)  Chuck Berry - You Never Can Tell

Chuck Berry - You Never Can Tell

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53,
They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely madamoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell♪♪♪

Músik..........

Deep Dish

Dreams (feat. Stevie Nicks)

Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat... drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know

Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
Have you any dreams you?d like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat... drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering what you had...
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know♪♪♪

Tok Tok Vs. Soffy O.
Missy Queen Is Gonna Die

You fooling around with my feelings has spin to hard at me
Just listen to my voice and got something nice
So say do you know
And got something nice
So say do you know

You wonna love me
You wonna hold me and you want to touch me
But just when you feel like to
And not when i want to

In this film
That‘s no fun
To play the part
Of a missy queen, pussy cat, sweety, honey, treasure, darling, sugar comb

I don‘t no anymore what you do
When i'm not standing next to you
Maybe that seems someone else
Who guesses seem already then i do

Bunny i used to be near you
When you told me 'bout all the things we were gonna do
When you told me 'bout all the things we were gonna do
Not today but maybe tomorrow i fill with you the up time
Not today but maybe tomorrow i fill with you the up time
Not today

So you should stop and think about a while that, baby, i need more of time
Stop and think about a while that, baby, i need more of time
Stop and think about a while that, baby i need more of time
Stop

In this film
That's no fun
To play the part
Of a missy queen, pussy cat, sweety, honey, treasure, darling, sugar comb

In this film
That's no fun
To play the part
Of a missy queen, pussy cat, sweety, honey, treasure, darling, sugar comb
Sweety, honey, treasure, darling, sugar comb
Sweety, honey, treasure, darling, sugar comb
Sweety, honey, treasure, darling, sugar comb
Sugar comb

In this film
That's no fun
To play the part
Of a missy queen, pussy cat, sweety, honey, treasure, darling, sugar comb

I believe there's much today
That can't seem that the things to change are gonna go
You're gonna feel horrible
When i'm gone
When i'm gone

Then you can go nowhere i swear
You can go nowhere without searching for my face wishing i would be there

Then you can go nowhere a swear
You can go nowhere without searching for my face wishing♪♪♪

2010

Monotipo - A Clockwork Orange

2010

Footsteps

2008

Lavatorio de Pies

 

2008

This Is My Vietnam (We Need A War - Fischerspooner)

 

 

  

 

Fischerspooner - We Need A War

We need a war
We need a war to show‘em
We need a war to show‘em that we can
We need a war to show‘em that we can do it
Whenever we say we need a war…
If they mess with us
If we think they might mess with us
If we say they might mess with us
If we think we need a war, we need war

Chorus
We need a war,
If we think we need a war.
We need a war.
If we think we need a war.
A war to make us feel safe,
A war to make‘em feel sorry.
Whoever they are…..

If they mess with us
If we think they might mess with us
If we say they might mess with us
If we think we need a war, we need war

Chorus
Can we do it?
Sure we can.

We need a war.
We need a war.
We need a war.♪♪♪

Monotipo y Aguada

2010

Rooms...

 

 

2010

Aguadas

Autorretrato Carboncillo y Aguada

Damien Hirst discussion... (Monotipo y Aguada)

 

Do U Feel The Flesh????

Pentax...

2010

Home?

2009

Nocturna

 2007

Watchers 1 y 2

2010

Ciudadano Empapelado

¿Qué nos define como seres ciudadanos? ¿El hecho de habitar una ciudad, de tener "voz y voto", de haber nacido en la ciudad que sea o el pais que sea? ¿O simplemente el ser ciudadano se trata de tener una sucesion de registros y papeles públicos que te acreditan como "individuo" para la sociedad?
 Cali, Colombia.
Septiembre 2008