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day 01
day 02
El hombre también es frágil aquí. Un elemento más de un paisaje que lo cubre todo y al cual todos tenemos que adaptarnos (temporal o perpetuamente).
Aunque diversas, las estrategias tienen como común denominador la sumisión y el respeto hacia lo visible y lo invisible. El mimetismo se multiplica, incluye todos los ámbitos y sus ecologías y se sustenta en la paciencia resistente y ancestral, sin progresos ni prisas.
El barro se transforma en casa, la casa en arena, la arena en alfombra, la alfombra en cielo estrellado, el cielo estrellado en un mar de rocas negras, las rocas negras en camellos, los camellos en jaimas y las jaimas en dunas doradas. El desierto.
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Aunque diversas, las estrategias tienen como común denominador la sumisión y el respeto hacia lo visible y lo invisible. El mimetismo se multiplica, incluye todos los ámbitos y sus ecologías y se sustenta en la paciencia resistente y ancestral, sin progresos ni prisas.
El barro se transforma en casa, la casa en arena, la arena en alfombra, la alfombra en cielo estrellado, el cielo estrellado en un mar de rocas negras, las rocas negras en camellos, los camellos en jaimas y las jaimas en dunas doradas. El desierto.
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day 03
Are we walking too much? How can suffering become a fruit? Is this state a path?
We indeed taste the limits, live them in each step, traversing the most arid lands, killing the snake to welcome the crow. Alone, without words, too exhausted to talk.
Are we walking too much? How can suffering become a fruit? Is exhaustion the path?
Deep within the branches the wind gives his silent answer: A constant warm whispering, quiet and persistant, following our walking together apart.
We indeed taste the limits, live them in each step, traversing the most arid lands, killing the snake to welcome the crow. Alone, without words, too exhausted to talk.
Are we walking too much? How can suffering become a fruit? Is exhaustion the path?
Deep within the branches the wind gives his silent answer: A constant warm whispering, quiet and persistant, following our walking together apart.
day 04
The impossibility of perceiving is already a perception. The impossibility of perceiving the desert, this landscape, Its components and fonctions, Its already a perception. The signs are to be found in its traces: The remaining fragments, the fragmented remains, its bones.
The dried branches, big and small, growing from nowhere, everywhere, impossible to perceive remain invisible besides their shadows. Thin black lines traced on the hot sand or the cracking land conforming new lives and phantasmagories move almost impossibly with the giant orbit of the sun, tracing daily circles, no one witnessing the lonely halaqahs.
Movement is perceived through its traces. Cockroaches, snakes, little birds and reptiles leave their testimony: intricate, subtle, repetitive logarithms of life, impossible to perceive, erased everyday through the persistent action of the Saharan winds that slowly displace the particles of sand, moving silently the huge dunes.
And the skeletons, the fossils, the bones of history of millions of years and yesterday, spread along half buried or totally exposed, tell us about the fragility of life, impossible to perceive, of meteors, ancestors, peoples: constellations of feelings lost forever live within.
The impossibility of perceiving is already a perception. Its signs are to be found in its traces: The remaining fragments, the fragmented remains, its bones.
The dried branches, big and small, growing from nowhere, everywhere, impossible to perceive remain invisible besides their shadows. Thin black lines traced on the hot sand or the cracking land conforming new lives and phantasmagories move almost impossibly with the giant orbit of the sun, tracing daily circles, no one witnessing the lonely halaqahs.
Movement is perceived through its traces. Cockroaches, snakes, little birds and reptiles leave their testimony: intricate, subtle, repetitive logarithms of life, impossible to perceive, erased everyday through the persistent action of the Saharan winds that slowly displace the particles of sand, moving silently the huge dunes.
And the skeletons, the fossils, the bones of history of millions of years and yesterday, spread along half buried or totally exposed, tell us about the fragility of life, impossible to perceive, of meteors, ancestors, peoples: constellations of feelings lost forever live within.
The impossibility of perceiving is already a perception. Its signs are to be found in its traces: The remaining fragments, the fragmented remains, its bones.
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