17.4.20
13.4.20
pandemia
(tocar cualquier palabra)
un sueño que has tenido una noche de insomnio
un recuerdo lejano de cuando eras pequeño
un olor a tierra mojada después de la lluvia
un reflejo en un charco
un haiku hermoso
un número de teléfono medio borrado
un secreto
un acertijo interesante
un arma letal
un presente distópico
un detalle, un regalo
un misterio insoportable
un instante que ya casi he olvidado
un pasado remoto
un ruido intenso, doloroso
un humo que lo tapa todo, como la niebla
un susurro al oído
un viento que lo barre todo
un acantilado peligroso
un fuego en el alma
un tiempo del pasado
un instante de felicidad
un dolor intenso
un grito del corazón
un estado mental
un alma atormentada
un pensamiento pasajero
un desasosiego solitario
un rastro de huellas que no volverán
microstructures by a confined present: the virus, 2020
12.4.20
the water that keeps coming back
Scream
Wounded! of blood on the arm (on the)leg.
Help! Here Here
Help! Help! Crazy, I know the gun
that hurts me and I think
about the smell
of the wounded roses
in the morning.
And I see the fright
that wounds his purity.
And you always there.
And you always killing.
And you, come here
(and) forget the water
that keeps coming back.
microstructures by a confined present and the virus. The water that keeps coming back. 2020
17.10.19
from A to B
I’m proud to be part of the 13th edition of the #spaziofotocopia
exhibition in collaboration with Castelnuovo Photographic Festival.
The theme, From A to B, under the artístic direction of
Elisabetta Portoghese is related to the migration and displacement. The opening
took place on September 20 and one week later was show at the Castelnuovo
Photographic Festival. Also, the work was included in the #M magazine.
Magazzini
Fotografici. Via San Giovanni in Porta, 32. Napoli.
photography: "L'hora que el sol es posa" Kodak Ektar 100 (passed to b/w)
15.10.19
waiting for a surprise
Waiting a surprise?
Waiting kisses never kissed.
The need to forgive.
You
know..., I get a strange feeling about it.
Waiting
about something that could be named as God.
A God
that could bring some light.
Smiles?
Voices? Hopes and dreams?
I
have some problems to remember your face.
I
only know I'm still waiting.
But,
waiting about what?
Who
knows..., maybe I'm in for a surprise.
A
surprise about your kisses, never kissed.
photography: "help", installation in the river. Photocopy paper and wood
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