The composition loses much of its meaning without you having listened to its music or relating it to its videos. Enjoy it all.

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Thursday, June 7, 2012

Shot 67B


TO NEVER BE FORGOTTEN

From a lost time,
to this place, tonight it has come
a discovered memory to stay with me.
From a distant time
to this part, tonight it has come
another forbidden memory
forgotten in absent-mindedness.

Sentimentally, to cure it,
I am going to stay with you forever.
But  lately I might find you
while in the meantime I disguised myself within the crowd.
Sentimentally ours for now
is the wine that forgetfulness  has destroyed
and if the wind brings me back to your shores
it will be serenely asleep,
it will be serenely asleep.

From a distant time,
to this place, lost it has come,
without knocking at my door,
snooping memory.
From a forgotten time
a wet memory has come
of an afternoon of drizzle within your entangled  hair.
As in every time when the roles change
I am going to fall asleep on your waist
and if I awaken by the pompous day
let me stay a bit in your heights.
Why counting the time that is left?
Why counting the time that has gone?
If living is a gift and a present,
half open, half asleep
half awake, half asleep.

I just know I don’t know anything about your life.
I just hung one time in the past.
I presented my credentials to your smile
and you thrust a dagger on my flank.
I can see now I didn’t let you play with fire,
we just whispered things to each other’s ears.
And if one morning I shall find you
It will be possible, it will be asleep
It will be possible, it will be asleep.
And if one morning I shall find you
It will be possible, it will be asleep
It will be possible, it will be asleep.


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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Monday, May 28, 2012

Shot 69B

Bogotá D.C

Since I lost my camera about two weeks ago I decided to a buy a new and better one as soon as possible. Trips overseas or anywhere around might be the priority for me these days but trips without passions are like great landscapes and sights without a camera. Travelling is an all encompassing experience and as such I'll put buying a new camera over my trip so to get to my destination as I would like to. That's the logic.


It was a loss indeed but there was no sorrow or shame. Only great memories and acceptance. Besides, "La negra" was already getting somewhat rusty and slow, with a few scratches that couldn't be avoided. 


She used to like somehow my carelessness that in the best of cases could've been an unintended roughness. An open lack of tact from my part, basically. I'm clumsy by nature and my camera used to like that. A kind of reality between us used to appear when it came about walking at 3 am in any suburb, pissed, just her and I or with friends. Always at the verge of losing each other forever. 

An intimacy with a tool to express myself. A type of caring for a creative artefact. My camera was my confident for many, many years.

Whatever the case may be, as for her and my work with her, I've decided to count backwards on the posting area and give myself a deadline to get a new camera while at the same time keep posting old pics and counting back to Shot 0.


Buen viento y buena mar.
Vámonos.

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Shot 70

Beats at 2 am (as seen in The Paris Review).

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XD



Sunday, May 13, 2012

Shot 61

I'm not an outsider.
(Charly Garcia)

I’ve just arrived,
I’m not an outsider.
I know this city,
It’s not like in the news
from there.

Two men in a bar
take each other’s hands.
Switch a tape recorder on
and dance a tango,
earnestly.

And I look at them without really wanting to.
I light a smoke to disguise,
I get to wonder
and start to think
that is not good to fish
twice with the same net.

I’ve just looked
the lights that pass.
I’ve just crossed
the city squares, the lines and the colour.

And I feel a familiar fragrance.
Someone approaches
and starts talking.
I get to wonder
and say “hi, what’s up,
let’s go fishing
twice with the same net.

Unprejudiced are those to come.
And about those who are here I'm not concerned anymore.
The jailers of humanity
will never catch me
twice with the same net.



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No soy un extraño
(Charly García)



Acabo de llegar, no soy un extraño, 

conozco esta ciudad, no es como en los diarios, 

desde allá. 



Dos tipos en un bar, se toman las manos. 

Prenden un grabador y bailan un tango, de verdad. 



Y yo los miro sin querer mirar, 

enciendo un faso para despistar, 
me quedo piola y empiezo a pensar 
que no hay que pescar dos veces con la misma red. 



Acabo de mirar las luces que pasan ,

acabo de cruzar las plazas, las rayas y el color. 



Y siento un aroma poco familiar, 

alguien se acerca y comienza a hablar. 

Me quedo piola y digo qué tal, vamos a pescar 

dos veces con la misma red. 



Desprejuiciados son los que vendrán, 

y los que están ya no me importan más, 
los carceleros de la humanidad 
no me atraparán 
dos veces con la misma red.

Shot 60

Conversations kill.


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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Shot 59

The only constant in life is change and the only real thing is the now moment: eternal, intact, frozen in life, just as a sculpture. The great dichotomy. 

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Monday, April 23, 2012

Shot 58

Nos tocó dejarlo en tablas porque yo me iba y el tipo estaba atendiendo el negocio. Estos dos la jugaron en menos de 10 minutos. 

 (Déjalo ser, déjalo sacudirse bien -no hay trampa en esto.)









Shot 57

It's good to have her in my life, and I love her...

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Shot 56

Kids that grow up too soon and adults with no sense of value. And the three of us too fucking serious for what I'm concerned.

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