walk, talk, walk, talk, I walk, you walk, I do not talk, I do not walk, you stalk me, I walk, you walk, I talk, I see that balk, don’t stalk me, I walk, you walk, I talk, she talks, do you want to walk beside the sidewalk? I walk, I guess we could have a small talk, you walk, I talk, I walk, or at least a fast talk, we could all walk to get to the end of this talk, I talk, I walk, I talk, I walk, I don’t think you like the moonwalk, I think you prefer the catwalk, I walk, you walk, I walk, she talks, she talks, in any case, in any place, just walk, just walk, but do not talk, but do not talk, walk, walk, I walk, you walk, I prefer walking than talking I prefer walking than talking, so I prefer talking than walking, so I prefer talking than walking, you stalk me, don’t stalk me, I do walk, I do not walk, walk, walk, so let's talk until we finish this walk, walk I walk, you walk, you talk, I walk.
WALKING IN TIMES WHEN WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO WALK
I walk through and you see me.
I walk beside you and you see the streets.
I am movement because I move
Look down, see how the squares I have drawn are blurred as you move, do not let your steps make curves, mine are straight.
I walk to that goal that does not exist. There is no end, only infinity.
My walk is constant ...
Look back, there is an electric blue plastic bag on the ground
Be careful! look ahead, that red light is right there. Wait, don't walk, watch, walk.
I move my arm you move yours
look at there, there is green, or yellow, or brown
Walk, I walk, you walk.
With each step my self shudders, each movement is convulsed, a jolt in my most intimate walk, where I’m lost in the journey and find myself in myself. I begin the drawing of my questions and answers that change together with the courage of the day, the fear or the affection. With a look to anywhere, I build those shapes that claim to be things, with a reverence I present myself to the rapid oscillation of the roads grid. And in front of me, there are no trees, nor rivers, nor buildings, nor rectitudes, or curvatures… in front of me, there is only that line that connects the transit with what it was, what it is, and what it means to be Eduardo .
YOU DANCE SHE DANCES WE DANCE
NO ACTOR: EDUARDO PALOMARES
NO ACTRESS: LUCIA JUAREZ SOUND: EDUARDO PALOMARES VIDEO EDITING: MYSELF AGAIN. EDUARDO PALOMARES
Cuando te mueves yo me muevo en ti.
Cuando me muevo tu te mueves en mi.
WALK IN MILAN
IN FEBRUARY 2020 I WAS WALKING IN MILAN
mixed media on canvas
Among modernisms that I loved, it was through the streets. Between old and new windows, castles, McDonald's, Versace, Miguel Angel, walking was written. Am I ? or am I not? do I want to or not? am I lying or not lying? fuck! enough, too many questions, few answers. On the Brera staircase, on that Roman column, in any case, anywhere! learn that you are and that you were. In February 2020, I was moving, I was formed, I was walking, in that place ...
between Milan I was Milan.
M I L A N
Entre modernismos que amé, se hacía el camino. Entre cristales viejos, nuevos, castillos, mcdonalds, Versace , Miguel Angel, se escribía el andar. Entre soy? o no soy? entre quiero o no quiero? miento o no miento? joder! basta, demasiadas preguntas, pocas respuestas. En esa escalera de Brera, en esa columna romana, en cualquier caso en cualquier lugar! aprende que eres y que fuiste. En febrero de 2020, era movimiento, era forma, era pasear, en aquel lugar…
entre Milán fui Milán.