periodo T

imaginemos que los eventos se repiten, que lo que sube baja, lo que empieza termina, lo que nace muere, y lo demas.
imaginemos que los eventos tienen una recurrencia, por lo tanto un periodo.
imaginemos que nosotros tambien tenemos un periodo, o que nuestra vida tiene uno y que los eventos tienen una frecuencia. imaginemos que encontramos esta frecuencia y podemos describirla con una funcion. imaginemos que podemos traer el pasado y conocer el futuro.

el tiempo como lo conocemos ahora es simplemente la correspondencia con una pulsacion estandar. como si existiera un reloj gigante en el centro de la tierra, del que todos los otros relojes del mundo estan sincronizados. como si fuera una recta en la que se van marcando los eventos.
pero tal vez esta pulsacion estandar no es suficiente para entender el significado particular e individual del tiempo propio. en consecuencia necesitamos definir otra unidad estandar, otro patron. tal vez necesitemos tomar a los ciclos como unidades, las revoluciones.

we are mirrors of ourselves

there is a very special part of me

that i can only see when you look at me

sunset

sun,
dont suck the blue of the sky
dont wipe away the colors
from my eyes

harmonic e-motion

the art of order - the art of time

by understanding our biorhythms,
and the tools/tech we really need,
that is to say our own place in a living machine,
we enter a smoother state of mind and therefore state of being.
in that respect, we otherwise live in a chaotic way.

its by understanding the order of time,
the periodic beat
like a wave of sound coming from ancient drums,
breathing with the ocean, blinking with the sun.
chance is the language of time -as architecture is that of space.
but in the end, it's nothing but a number's game.

metric

ive learned to measure
the difference in two units of time
in a finite given number of events;
seemingly change
in a periodic scale;
the flux of devenir
in the dripping fabric of souvenirs

the difference in now and then
does it affect who you are?
can you choose who to be?
how could you change your name
and yet all be the same?

pass over o pascuas de resurreccion

I heard my voice,
my very own
emerging, flowing voice.
Haven't I heard it before?

I read it in a book,
did I?
Did I write it in a book,
long ago,
before "I" was born?

Or was it in a dream?
From the woods
the moist and the dark I long,
where it was coming from.

stereotypes

the chemicals

taste, tact (textures), smell

the visuals

patterns, colors

the spacials

sound

the fous

outside the net


we all want to connect.

danza es la gracia del movimiento