META-SPEECH
The images are a fortuitous recollection the I reach to capture in a sort of crouch. Series that make shreds at the time, that I grind and regrind, my life is a mill that like a tornado graze the same ground. I never locate myself, I'm under fugitive transitions. I pass from one image to another. I have no roots, always modifying, imminent change uprising remnants picked up draws, I edit, I meditate. I change the past, I transform it, I make it another lie to come. I reinvent my chaos, I form the perishable.
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The letter in its set goes from significant to the signifier, the lingüistic structure that dissolves. The infinite readings, other time other reading. I stay quiet. I write I send up the letters afloat. ¿Sometime will be that isn't going to be only one time? No.
IMAGE
Image. The travel and the things I pick up. I can't stop hearing, feeling, seeing. I transfigurate the place in which for me it seemed to arrive. On the corner of my regards, almost nothing seems to be what I dreamed what it was, any image is at the end the image I dreamed. At the time that the eye water bubbles, the water isn't the destiny that I believed it would be, that sip or that let it pass transparently. I change, every fixed image blows with time, it reintegrates it returns and it stirs inside the water inside the mud at the shore where it grows the herbs. The sun is still there.
MOVEMENT
Compounds of kinematic silence. The regard of a gag unexplored. Not exactly as the gag of a comic film, I don't remember to be laughing inner my dreams, at least not all the time. This indecipherable enigmas at first sight, even for me, are forming a sediment that get confused, that dissolves at the same time, or that I am unable to identify, I cannot determine them at the moment. Who reads at this days? Are plants between rocks that at the same time hive different labyrinth without syntactic structure consistent. Will read for reading what you read.