WRITING..

November 2013 – Berlin
“my… something is getting expanded into some mystery place where we stop to create and we just sit down, to look at the landscape of images and emotions coming down as snow. Each little spot has the perfect place, and falls into a mouth smiling in front at the sensation of home, before melting and fusing with the rest of the flow that becomes legs running fast in a forest, legs of animals, legs of humans, legs free to hidden things behind a tree, we will find again this the next day, it will grow and feed the tree, and our eyes. We are wild animals, big eyes and soft and scary fur, with little bubbles of snow all on top. Can we stay here forever? the cold doesn’t make us disappear, the forest calls you. We are dogs, we are foxes. Screaming in the middle of the snow I found a hand that is like a cup, which you can drink if “I” am trusty and see my eyes twist into legs, I can have a bath and there is still space for smell that doesn’t have a shape anymore. I am becoming fog running so fast that nobody will see me, and the snow will not touch me until I decide to stop. Because you arrive in the forest, and I want to play, so I become legs again. Smile, eyes, mouth, sound.
Lines we are, tiny and ready to fall, energy coming from running, choosing the direction, I want this one! Behind the tree we know, behind the stone that doesn’t have all the snow on top, still, which I can sit down on and be invested by the wind until I become snow, then you can make a big ball and play with me. Bring me around, on the ground or in the sky, it’s the same. Suspension in the middle. I am in the forest, where there will always be snow, time to go there, see this… time, how many trees are still standing up, for hidden legs and memories between them? A song arrives and the beat is everywhere, you cannot stop it. But the space is never full. Do another ball. You will not find the same when you come back. I am changing all the time. I am changing all the time.”
 
December 2013 – Berlin
“If god were born as a dog, nobody would care at all about the meaning of words… not even about hair or make up, but there would be communication working by smell.
Then it could  finally all be much faster, and when someone can follow your speed, will allow you to be even faster until it resonates in other bodies. Really far away we would still hear the sound. Just don’t ask me to slow down! I try to have… I try to have it now..”
” … So I cannot shut up, this Italian film goes on, still I have all the senses, my mind, (dog mind) doesn’t claim attention. A lot of time between the lines, sit down on the river side, pushing a button to get to the other side, can I really split myself up? until another breath comes to bring me into the reality of a man sitting down in front of two… something, it’s difficult, between the fog and the cold that is still on my skin, I still cannot push the button, I am freezing now. What is this sense, that makes one feel so tired, and full of energy again, never the same, I split up in many places in the same day and still the day is not finished, then I shower, less thirsty… “
“… the glowing eyes attract me there, face in the snow, is cold again, a shape in there now, someone will see this later when we won’t be there anymore. Time determines my way to walk, now, and while running a sense a fox , I am transforming, never come back in time, is a different way to read the numbers, this system where you live, and what makes it important… a line navigates up to your neck and I can read another time, it’s late, I have to escape, I can’t, all is readable, I run even faster, someone else is in the forest now, someone new who melts into the snow while going through it.”
“There was a dog… there was a tiger, someone has became something else.
The dog played alone with the imagination without moving its body too much. One day the dog met something that changed the dimension.. It is a little point that pushes the body into the other part of oneself. It feels like soft candy. The imagination of the tiger changes, all the space changes, it discovers that it can become a sound, a movement and even a word, and it could even seem that the dog can talk. They are bridges, then become something else, the transformations never stop. But still now, in some places, they’re rubbing each other’s… thoughts.”
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