Thinking in Dante’s Divine Comedy. Another sky in another Earth, except the Sun there is not a star but a somebody; and perhaps he secretly wanted that somebody to be a Beatrice.
(Part of a longer work I’m doing based in Dante’s work)
Sun
Divine eye
That old dinosaur skin hiding an eye burning with a young rancor, almost green. One thousand times beaten by the sea… it awaits for you when you’ll come into the dark. Happy weekend.
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Esa vieja piel de dinosaurio escondiendo un ojo encendido por un rencor joven, casi verde. Mil veces golpeado por el mar… está a la espera de cuando vengas en obscuridad. Feliz fin de semana.
The kingdom of the infinite warmness
He stands in his boat as a king of the sea. Around him the sun is melting in a yellow light, the sea turns into a mirror reflecting her lover, a last goodbye. In this world of light and silhouettes his mind is lost, perhaps some princess in other lands…
Afternoon in the gas station
There is something special about gas stations, they are nodes to stories: the couple taking a time to be alone in a faraway place: the truck driver one day more in the long route across our deserts, jungles, beaches and mountains; a person traveling to a place not knowing if he’s going to come back again.
An afternoon in the gas station.
Portrait of a Sunset
gold and blue
When I was five and six years old I liked to read, and even before see the figures of encyclopedias and comics; but there was no electric light so I just could do it till four o’clock (in the Andean highlands the sunset is usually at 5:30 pm, go figure) Older brother was in school and parents working so with nothing to do I just sat down in a wooden rocking chair to see the sunsets across the giant old pine. I wouldn’t be surprised if that old pal would be more than one hundred years. Probably because that reason, in part, I liked le petit prince, seeing again, and again, the sunsets; also the Hoppers’ paints, with people taking the sun alone.
One day I photographed a sunset until the twilight. Just because…
sun and cloud
then a column of fire
cloudy sunset
destilar en amarillo
under pressure
weak flame
light the night
a small spark
desvanecimiento
yellow twilight
A black lady take off her golden clothes. Night has come.
Built to chase the sunrise
Intersection of sunrise and building. I thought in that moment that it looked a bit cinematographic. Now I notice that perhaps I was trying to remember the Tyrell building in which is probably my favorite film ever, Blade Runner. At the beginning when the sun is precisely reaching the bold architecture of Tyrell Corporation.
Of course is just a far evocation. Something like think in a diamond when you see a shine in a grain of sand in the concrete.
A lady dancing in white silk
I imagine you in a white dress of transparent silk.
I imagine you dancing with the grace of gentle wind.
I imagine you laughing alone, a crystalline waterfall.
I imagine you (a lot)
Rubor
(blush)
. w W
(The tittle should be read as “. w W”)
Human web (in Orange)
I’ve read that we’ve a primary fear to spiders; in a certain way I think we try to replicate their webs in our cities, always connecting from a point to another in every way possible. There are bonds between us not necessarily to join us because it’s also true that one can be totally alone in a city, and this is truer when the city is bigger. So our webs could be traps to be alone although they seem made to connect us to the rest. Like a center that instead is a hole or a prison.
Actually that’s a reason to me to not use facebook, because I think that a profile there is an excuse to not visit friends because you can say that you are always with the others, and besides I saw how people who came from distant countries just sit down and starts to type in their cellphones, tablets or ultrabooks that they are travelling, but instead they are all day typing and no much more really. That remember me the university trips where mostly the group ended drinking the whole voyage. Of course I drank too but I tried to know the best I could the places to study. Those travels where just four years ago, I guess now with fb this is worser. Our webs to supposedly connect us are changing us in techie autistics.
I guess if people is happy then it’s better thus. Perhaps we share with spiders more than our fears could acknowledge, beings that build webs to be alone.
Qhapaq 