During the months of confinement in the Pandemic, the memory of the water and the sea flowed in my breath through poetry and videos.
L O O K
LOOK sound-video-poem. 2´46´´
I can see the future! and you are in it!
but control is not as you think.
Watch out! it slips out of your hands!
Watch out it jumps out like a frog.
It’s not the same as today or yesterday, it’s tomorrow.
Be careful boy, here we go again:
Yesterday you were swimming in the postcard of the sea.
I sent it to you in the future.
Thank you, thank you for all the gifts you give me from the future.
Careful! there is a gift you don’t know,
you’ll find out tomorrow.
I hate waiting...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
is it still not tomorrow?
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
We are already in tomorrow’s yesterday, the yesterday of tomorrow.
There is a frog eating my feet!
I can’t control it. Where is yesterday’s postcard?
From the sea where I can swim. Will you let me swim?
Will you let me walk?
Breathe first, yes.
First I breathe.
I will breathe.
I N B L U E
IN BLUE. sound-video-poem. 3´30´´
I was walking on the sea when I fell into the blue.
Was it you?
no, it was me.
Look there, you will only see blue,
look with eyes that destroy the perspectives you thought were real.
Who are you?
you are blue.
You feel you need, the blue.
When I was walking on the sea, I met you.
I like diving, but not swimming.
Do you remember that day in the sea?
that you don’t see it? look, it’s you.
In the ocean, I found a thought about water.
And if the water in her childhood read a book where you appeared, in blue, look! the water is you.
What you see is not there.
What you see disappears in obsessive thought.
It does not exist in nothingness,
and exists in everything.
You are where you are, it is where it is.
In the absence, you find the perpetual.
Time is present when you are not there.
Walk, walk to the infinity perspective that appears on the horizon.
Think of the absence.
Let time happen,
let it get lost in the evasion.