November 2010
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August 2010
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ROCKER CHICK!
Sugar Chick, Made of metal flowers and aluminium razors
In your veins smoothly circulate the pentagram and the pride of the spring polen
Your hips know many stories, untold secrets
Your beats confuse constantly with the marching of ancestral warriors.
Sugar Chick, my Rocker babe
in the wildness of your labyrinthian ideas runs naked the sound of freedom,
just perceptible as a whispers in the...
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July 2010
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WatchThe multiple reflections projected in a kaleidoscope are a vivid image of human multiplicity, each human diversity within himself. Every being is conformed by a number of different beings, which bring complexity, which fight against each other, but that guarantee the unpredictability of our responses in both, unexpected and simple situations.
Music © iamamiwhoami, song title: N
Video Idea © Alex...
June 2010
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An Empty Wall in my Head
There is a noise somewhere around my ears
There is a light somewhere in my eyes
There is a constant return of the anguish every time I try to find their source.
No man here is capable of defusing himself in order to avoid the void caused by his own fears.
There is a noise somewhere in my garden
There is a light in one of my fruits
There is a constant greed every time I try to show them to...
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Poetry as Portrait
When text is able to speak using the letters, lines and words as images is something as ambitious as the man who in the urge to show himself to the world gives up to nakedness of the body and embraces the exhibition of open muscles and tendons bathed in warm blood.
Poetry doesn’t have limits if the man, the writer is still able to be that child, or even that pervert, who everyday discovers...
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May 2010
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Visual Dithyrambs 2
There is not an exclusive relationship between the writer and the words. His work is mainly based on facts, images, experiences. The constant influence of the senses, which are not allow to rest, otherwise hi work will never be a reality and the frustration will be worse as it is not about those works that could have been done in a better way but about those ones that never were created at all.
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