In the clouds a spirit wants to fly to other skies.
In the clouds a spirit wants to fly to other skies.
The waves in the landscape… A hidden road to the red castle and a sky so blue behind the clouds of a storm that did not become to be.
Today was a busy day, and it seems is going to be a busy night…
This is a stitched photograph but the program I used to stitch, Microsoft ICE, filled the absent gaps in this way… for some reason I like it. It’s not a photography as it doesn’t represent what was in the reality, but I like the movement and dynamism of the composition so I’d say is a happy accident.
In my land the Earth is a place among clouds and stars.
Golden land is a magical place that just exists a few seconds each day.
Now that I made a temporary come back to books, music and movies I’m remembering which ones I’ve already read, heard or saw taking advantage of the Facebook (for security reasons I don’t share it) utility to add lists of interests… For now I’m around 728 movies, 226 groups of music and musicians, 178 TV series, 356 books of literature, history, philosophy, arts, architecture, etcetera, and near one hundred artists (they’re mixed with several likes…) and the list is growing… so many things I’ve seen… to me it’s almost like I had spend my life in objects that sometimes are repetitive. I know that that number just says the number of my ignorance but also I think life is so short to spend in the creations of others instead to create what our self wants to say. So I’m more focused in build my own art and knowledge, at least these moths.
I add a book or movie or musician when I remember them, among the movies today I remembered one of the most powerful and emotional I saw in my whole life, Le Grand Bleu by Luc Besson. I don’t know what say the critics, I think much more important is what do you feel so I can say that when kid it was a giant touching movie. It starts near my home, in the lake Titicaca, a free diver exploring the lake in a way I would be afraid to do because the cold waters I know (every time I go there I’m afraid to fall to the deep waters…) and it was like that gentleman was truly much more native than me, a six years old kid. Since then I loved that spirit of freedom in the waters I saw in the film, the two competitors were around the world in a competition that also was a competition against death and their will was so powerful that they could felt the sea and the lakes as a kind of true home…
What brings me to being a native… I think native is not and issue of race, more it’s about a feeling. I feel myself for example closer to Borges, I think he’s a true American man, because I understand him when he talks about the infinite horizon of his dear pampa, and that sentiment that makes him say that he feels Buenos Aires like a place that hadn’t foundation because he feels it eternal. Instead other authors, that I admire, like Vargas Llosa or García Márquez are to me actually Europeans living in America, because every time they speak about the jungle or the highlands they write about it like a mystery just natives known, and is evident that their traditions corresponds to a certain nostalgia of Europe.
Instead I’m against traditions. My definition of tradition is just the laziness to don’t think to just follow conventions based in another ways of life. Yes, I heal my wounds with special earths I select; yes, I can read the eyes; yes, I pay to the Earth and climb the hill when it’s needed; yes, I follow the ancient etiquettes; yes, I know to read the signs in the sky and seeing above my city the clouds I know how is the weather in far cities in other countries like La Paz or the cities in the desert of the coast. But those are parts of my culture I chose to follow, I don’t follow traditions that I consider should be learned just to don’t be made again, for example the tradition of peasants to kill our endangered species as our rare native cats, our Pumas, even when child we were taught to kill toads with stones, I dislike that because I don’t see the merit to take lives when in our modern world we could put special fences to avoid the pumas and instead to kill our rare wild native cats we should use modern breeding technics and adequate building spaces. An animal shouldn’t pay for the ignorance of a human.
I don’t follow the tradition to follow rules and just get stuck in the inadequate adobe house, I follow the Incan tradition haunted but knowledge. The genetic investigation was triggered by the regular “el niño” (the warming of the Ocean that brings periods of excessive rains in some places and droughts in others) so our ancestors developed in kind of laboratories thousands of vegetable species resistant to the weather, architectonic systems to fight the desert and the earthquakes, urban and regional organization so the Empire would be connected across their thousands of rich cities. I know there is a romantic idea that we were like some kind of hippies (nothing against them btw) or a wild civilization visited by aliens (lol) but the reality was, is, more complex. I’m against that vision tourists have, even national tourists, that we should be in poverty to conserve that “traditions” so we still should use clothes made for Spanish peasants and to live in homes without services, internet and TV’s are a sin it seems because that “fakes” us XD The time advances, I want to have the comfort of tomorrow and I design according that, my last designs implies in the technical side a hybrid solar/public-electric system and in the architectonic side it’s the mirror of a electrical engineer.
Returning to the beginning that’s the reason I felt so connected with the characters of that movie… I could sense a kind of brotherhood in the man diving the Titicaca… being native doesn’t mean to have a race or following without thinking archaic traditions; but to have a bond, like Borges had, with your earth and sky and city. Feel that your place perhaps couldn’t have a foundation date but it is with your spirit an eternity along.
Pareidolia vision: I can see the face of an old man seeing the hole in the clouds… he’s in the middle. I can understand why our ancestors had the myths of warriors and lovers that would be again part of our parents, the sacred hills called apus, because in our genesis we humans weren’t created by a god but we were produced or generated from special rocks, mountains or lakes… and we can come back.
There was a episode in my life that caused me so much sadness, so much than anything before, when it finished I simply couldn’t feel anything, neither couldn’t find reason, among many things, in watching tv, to hear music, reading literature or anything that could give me before pleasure, a bit after I started this blog, as a way to drop photographs to the wind to say good bye to the past. So just to don’t age my mind I started to study science, history, biology, physical sciences. I didn’t read more ancient philosophy because to me it’s closer to literature with its beautiful ideas. The case is that months ago when I knew to my absent lady she suggest me to read Dan Brown’s Inferno. Today seemed a good day to read again so I purchased an original edition (I dislike to buy pirate versions) in English, I know my English to write is pretty basic but I haven’t problems to read long books, my favorite to read English words is Poe. Also I bought Borges’ Book of the Dreams in Spanish, it’s a selection about dreams found in literature and chronicles since the origins of civilization to the age of Borges. He was a very fine reader so I know it’s going to be a great reading. About Dan Brown I know it’s going to be entertained, nevertheless I hope this time the main character can be faster than me to guess the clues.
I don’t feel this as a return to reading, more like a return to melancholy. We’ll see.
I’m back from my little trip :P I went to Tacna city and slept there one night. I went also with the intention to travel to Chile but things took another turn.
In Tacna I went to a special fair of clothes called “Miami” and well, going to shopping and spending some money give me some peace. This because I’m quite austere, so to balance my behavior I intentionally do some banal things.
I bought an Armani leather jacket and some light sweaters and shirts. This time I choose designs with 90’s youth style, I noticed that my current style had so much muted designs… In part I choose it to be more presentable to my absent lady, also I bought for her a doll of an anime character she likes, and to myself a Homer Simpson doll. After that I went to the downtown and took some photographs to my readers ;-) We are in autumn so the climate was soft and warm.
I went to a hotel and I tried my luck and called to the lady I wrote before here and to my surprise she was there and we met a while. She was gorgeous as always and she gave me a much needed hug. We talked a bit but I noticed I was so disconnected. I guessed the reason and tried an experiment: I imagined she wasn’t her but my Ecuadorian lady and suddenly I was more animated, but then I noticed I was being a jerk for doesn’t paying her the attention she deserves; I excused me and said her that, and it was also truth, I was tired. She hugged me and as a lady didn’t ask me the reason, just asked me to call her and that I should insist to her cell phone if I’m there again. I nodded but my mind was definitively in other side.
I walked a bit and the world seemed full of Jessicas in the walls and adds. I ate a bit and went to my hotel. I’ve working for already several months and decided to just relax, I had asked a matrimonial room to have a bigger bed and took another bath, I tried the clothes and took some selfies for my corpse bride, a bit of slow pedicure and manicure, see TV movies in the cable (I never see TV) and watched “The Wolfman” with Benicio del Toro (save the asylum scene the plot was pretty dull and I didn’t like it) after that the last of America Pie series, and lastly I drew the schemes for an animated video I’m doing for a song I composed in my tablet, and the schemes for the fantastic/sci-fi story I wrote to a comic I hope to end the next week.
I wanted to go to Chile but in the morning I felt so tired and my mind is so in the clouds that I decided that the journey had been a lost time: being there without being there. I slept much more and arranged my stuff. Walked a bit the city and took a bus to come back. And here I am.
By the way the photograph is in the highlands from a bus in the highway in another trip. I still have to process the photographs of this journey.