crisis
after the spring
Arabic
have the winter
European
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Solids to fine arts
signs
colors
spellings
plural sense.
bones
tissues
sediments
screens fossil.
acrylic
metals
rotten word
recycled poem.
oil
sand
pigments
academic text.
iron. steel.
iron. fiber.
iron. plastics.
industrials subjectives.
structures
buildings
metals
esthetic of the crane.
natural
synthetic
clay
pedagogical hands
resin
land
graphite
nerve layers.
trash
debris
residues
organic art.
dead dog
on screen
in white
composition / decomposition.
signs
colors
spellings
plural sense.
bones
tissues
sediments
screens fossil.
acrylic
metals
rotten word
recycled poem.
oil
sand
pigments
academic text.
iron. steel.
iron. fiber.
iron. plastics.
industrials subjectives.
structures
buildings
metals
esthetic of the crane.
natural
synthetic
clay
pedagogical hands
resin
land
graphite
nerve layers.
trash
debris
residues
organic art.
dead dog
on screen
in white
composition / decomposition.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Book of death
in the original manuscripts
of the book about death
in the ruins of the
Alexandria Library
good news
for the sinners
the paradise is tropical
but also snows in the hell.
Nobody
in the world
of darkness
and tremors
no people
speak
my language
no people
understand
my writing
no tribe
dance my
pagan ritual
no shaman
prayed to
my gods
nobody believe
in my
mythis
i´m alone
but build
my totems
in the white
infinite
of the plains
in vain.
Doubt
who dies
sleeping
still dreaming?
Sleepless nights
night
white
lapses
of memory
(flashes)
nights
lapses
whites
in memory
(crashes)
Open market
the boat from hell
makes a stop
in paradise
angels and demons
in peace
exchanging products:
expensive drugs
white slaves
microchips
in the original manuscripts
of the book about death
in the ruins of the
Alexandria Library
good news
for the sinners
the paradise is tropical
but also snows in the hell.
Nobody
in the world
of darkness
and tremors
no people
speak
my language
no people
understand
my writing
no tribe
dance my
pagan ritual
no shaman
prayed to
my gods
nobody believe
in my
mythis
i´m alone
but build
my totems
in the white
infinite
of the plains
in vain.
Doubt
who dies
sleeping
still dreaming?
Sleepless nights
night
white
lapses
of memory
(flashes)
nights
lapses
whites
in memory
(crashes)
Open market
the boat from hell
makes a stop
in paradise
angels and demons
in peace
exchanging products:
expensive drugs
white slaves
microchips
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