Friday, 15 August 2008
Friday, 8 August 2008
"Desired Constellation"- by Björk
With a palm full of stars
I throw them like dice
Repeatedly
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears
And I ask myself:
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
And you hear
How am I going to make it right?
I throw them like dice
Repeatedly
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears
And I ask myself:
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
And you hear
How am I going to make it right?
New eyes wanted
Maria, listen, I don't see anything...
the desert hill behind my window is just tones of sand,
the palm trees disappeared from my sight,
I pass the campesinos with no interest
Aymara language does not excite me any more
exotic fruits lost their taste
I feel far away
but
I don't feel here
tell me, how to feel new continents
new personal islands...
the desert hill behind my window is just tones of sand,
the palm trees disappeared from my sight,
I pass the campesinos with no interest
Aymara language does not excite me any more
exotic fruits lost their taste
I feel far away
but
I don't feel here
tell me, how to feel new continents
new personal islands...
Back to work with DCP
The final phase of our project just started. With Deciertopicante, I am preparing the last performance, that will be premiered on the 6th September opening the artistic season of their spring. I am really excited. The piece, among other themes, focuses on the place of the theatre in the Latin culture- it is not seen as profession but as a hobby. Culture is a desert. I search how to give form and body for an artistic manifesto crossing over emotional and physical borders of each individual.
Cosas Raras
Strange things are happening in the city. Yesterday night a VENTERRON has hit the streets. It is strong wind with lots of sand, like a sand-torment. They told me that it is pretty rare, that it happens once in few years. During the day it looked as if entire hill covered the city, and it was still in the air till late afternoon, entering the mouth, ears and nose.
They warned me, that it is possible another venterron comes this night.
They warned me, that it is very possible new earth-shake comes soon.
Strange fear feeling my lungs.
They warned me, that it is possible another venterron comes this night.
They warned me, that it is very possible new earth-shake comes soon.
Strange fear feeling my lungs.
Colca Canyon
There are many succesful bloggs about travels and discovering new places. Some of the succesful bloggers describe where, when, what and how. And so many people are wanting to read it, imagining that they live this adventure as well...
Yet I leave you with only these images from Canyon Colca and rural village Cabanaconde.
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