Throughout next year, the new human touch will navigate into the waters of death, as there is no human life without it. For that purpose, this exhibition is an exquisite aperitif
Desde la incoherencia, impermanencia e imprudencia,
animalidad insensata y ciencia ficción
Desde lo dramático y lo absurdo,
era de aire y anhelos de paz
Desde las lejanías plutonianas y las profundidades marinas,
campos cuánticos y relojes de arena
Desde la irracionalidad, inestabilidad e inseguridad,
desde aquí hasta ti
“You know what is wrong with you, Miss who-ever-you-are? You are chicken. You have no guts. You are afraid to stick out your chin and say, “okay, life is a fact.” People do fall in love. People do belong to each other because that’s the only chance anybody’s got the real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing and you are terrified somebody is going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you are already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it is not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas or in the east by Somaliland. It is wherever you go. Because no matter where you run. You just end up running into yourself.”
Blake Edwards, Breakfast at Tiffany’s 1961
“Y si alguna vez negociamos un mundo nuevo, queremos cafe para todos y todas, que ya van muchos siglos fregando tazas”
Gata Cattana – No Vine a Ser Carne –
Poetry is part of the human being, and no shelling will ever conquer that.
Poetry stays in the child that can save only one toy to run away across a humanitarian corridor. Poetry survives in a bombed apartment when her owner plays piano throUgh the rubble.
Humans are storytellers
My father plants trees. My mother hugs trees. My city is full of trees. My friend learns everything about trees. I have decided that I am going to love them too.
Retrieved from Steven Farmer – Animal Spirit