Candy

 

candy

 

Since kid I love to travel in dark highways to see the distant lights from the cities appear like islands of lights in a black night. Galaxies exploding in several stars. The best feeling was the first time I travelled to Qosqo (Cusco or Cuzco) the old capital of the empire.

In those times the best way to travel from Puno to there was by train, the city appeared late at night and I could see dragons and pumas in the constellation of the city. Figures hiding a message to whom could read them. It was a fortunate event, if I would went by day I would discover that the old capital there exists no more, instead there is another that ignores about the magic in the previous city.

There is a blaze in you, like burning suns

there is a blaze in you like burning suns

Gazanias are one of my favorite species in flowers, closer to my favorite ever that are dandelions. There is a mathematical art in them, you can deduce and discover so much rules of proportion and scale. In architecture they are the best example about the beauty that born from the fight against gravity and the desire to live.

Wayra – About Wind

Wind is…

Breeze

… a whisper

…invisible motion and movement.

Mill of dusks

… the hand that makes rotate a tired world

… Verba volant, scripta manent, that meant that oral words are divine because they can fly.

powerful wings

… the spirit breaking limits

… the shared desire to soar the skies in dreams; Daedalus, free to create.

yellow end of the world

… what makes sing to trees

… the memory that bring us the objects we have forgotten.

into the cold a warm color

… the tremble of the petals

… the sound of you alone with you.

red watch

… a patient and eternal sculptor

… sometimes a destroyer, sometimes a creator.

fuoshhh

… a force that wipes out the world

…. the invisible hand calling you.

contemplating

… a premonition, something is going to happen.

 

Wayra (pronounced why-rah) is the aymara word for wind.

Message in a coin

message in a coin

On poverty

Months ago I went to a marble quarry, actually the best quality marble in Peru. To do that I have to cross two cities and walk some kilometers. But meanwhile I was waiting for a bus in middle of the road I saw a coin, this coin, lying alone in the ground. I took a picture and after that used it to buy an apple with an intense red not just because the apple looked so delicious but I wanted a contrast of color with the white marble quarry.

The coin under the sun of the morning seemed a treasure in the poor road, and made me think about the poverty at our high altitudes. Every year there is help from governments, organizations, armies of foreigners but not much in my native city that is seen as rich with its fabrics and universities.

A reason of the support and help is the cold temperature; the poverty of homes; the malnutrition of children and the lack of education. Certainly when you read about someone ranting about how can the nations spend in space ships while poor people dies in other countries, and those other countries are sometimes the mine, and exactly the region where I live.

Sadly reality is more complex than desires. When I was in school the country was in a little war against terrorists. They destroyed roads and energy plants, so there was no much water or light, and in the class we had classmates, friends, so poor that the richest of us shared with them a bread whose monetary value today would be one thirtieth of the coin in the photo: that coin today worth 0.33 US dollars. Actually the richest of us hardly could afford a piece of cake… Time passed, war finished, some classmates died not of bullets but oblivion in a country where we were just distant frontier’s children.

I think cold can’t kill us, our bodies have evolved to endure it, I have problems indeed with the heat of the coast and its strong summer; nor the poverty, some day I felt myself so much hunger and I never forget that one of the friends we supported share with me his bread, someone with money can have painful troubles and someone without it not necessarily unaware of happiness (we played a lot :P); malnutrition is indeed a problem but not of money, I think is about priorities because usually some of  the parents of my classmates could spend like thirsty camels in beer; lack of education is the real problem: to go to the school we are forced to learn Spanish and Catholic religion and forget who we are. For that reason my blog isn’t in Spanish in a way of protest, not against the Spanish language that gave the words of Borges but I simply cannot feel it as my language.

I think the help in donations is being misguided because it’s helping to boost mendicity instead development. My city without the help now has more than a quarter of inhabitants and we are richer despite the lack of education because we once were a rich civilization before the invasion, and we can rebuilt ourselves. But the towns with help are instead small and is notorious that people there knows that remaining poor they can get more and more “help” So, despite the difficulties I am happy that we have not foreign help.

And every time I read about somebody claiming about the futility of science and the waste of spatial exploration I cannot avoid to thing that those persons cannot understand their privileges: they can make a phone call to save their lives using an apparatus that due to the deformed spacetime needs a satellite that needs to work with theory of relativity calculus. Instead my childhood teach me that precisely the people that destroyed the energy towers to force us ideologies, in which they would be kings, and said that first are humans and science or culture are secondary were the people that caused the death of so many friends. It wasn’t the poverty the problem, it was people trying to help or people trying to impose its thoughts.

In that I thought when I saw the coin. Spend your money in be happy and get your dreams, bread is not the one thing that world needs, also is nice to see people with goals to inspire us ;-)

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Treeshold to a world of darkness

threeshold to a world in darkness

I find the concise structure of English language haunting in its malleability. I can change words, mix and blend them with just a few turns like a wordsmith:

  • Moonochrome: Moon  + monochrome = my gallery exclusively about the white moon in the sky.
  • Cathering: Cat + gathering = a gathering of cats, but I think I’ve heard this one before.
  • Batmoon: Batman + Moon = a Moon shining in a cloud in shape of Batman’s symbol.
  • Watchflower: Watchtower + flower = a flower where an ant seems to watch the gardens.

With trees I have more freedom:

  • Treeshold: Tree + Threshold.
  • Portreeit: Portrait of a Tree.
  • Happy Tree Friends: Here I mixed the title of a violent cartoon “Happy Three Friends” with the image of three trees.

I have no read Ulysses’ Joyce yet but I understand he mastered those games in his book. But I prefer a plain word with significance than verbal experiments. I blend words just in the case I find that could help to explain me better in less words. In this post I wanted to mix the magic nature of a tree with the magical side of a threshold as border to another reality.

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