Micropoetry + Curatorial Monologues Cap de meteorit

¨En esta basura

hay muchos besitos¨

Dijo mi pareja, dándome un pastelito,

mientras escuchábamos

¡Qué borde era mi valle! de los Extremoduro.



¨Atravieso otra montaña,

tu recuerdo me acompaña.

¡Si! y voy cada vez mas lejos.¨

He murmurs the refrain of a melancholic songAnd puts on some high-heeled shoes.There is a corner of femininity in that big room.The bottle of antique perfume pulls the trigger on the attraction.


As he measuresthe lines of his ownfigure in the mirror,perfumes the interiorwith a rose scent,breathes deeply satisfied,picks up a pen,starts playing with itand says:

Hum. Now I can write.

The town´s perspective changesonce you get out of the carand you take your bike fora long ride.

Around touristic areasthe number of terracesthat function without priceson the menu is impressive,but with the bikeyou can skip those areas faster.

Perception is so interesting and tricky.

For example, we are used to perceiving the aggressor as disruptive dominant because violence implements fear, yet even for an adult, yelling or disruptive behavior is a cry for help.

People do not reach elevation states (mental development) via punishment or aggression.

Inequality, violence, and fear simply block the expression.

In appearance, the aggressor might win by implementing fear, and will have extra free meals, and stolen objects, yet communication based on intimidation opens defense chains and always turns bad. It´s the worst way you can propel yourself into the dialog.

Tremendous efforts for winning and no possible victory, because there is a natural logic of reaching the top, and that´s connected memory, by ending trauma, never by starting it.

The town is fullof new model carspassing on the green light,🚦angry chauffeursfor not finding a parking space,drunk chauffeurs,and pollution.



Unless individual automobiles are used for reduced mobility their presence in a city connected to the rail system is awkward.

We want peace and often silence.

Violence reaches our senses at unimaginable decibels and no one wants it.

Every conflicting human step was recorded in an immersive way and it is what we might call meta-history made spectrally, diverse, precise, and undeniable.

There is a natural defense chain around each powerful universal consensus.

FROM UNDERGROUND TO THE SURFACE,

WE WANT PEACE.

Corruption attracts brute force, endless chains of violence, generational trauma, lack of respect for the environment, and human rights awaken the silent observer.

We live under compensatory rules and made an entire system to anticipate disasters and help each other, in case of vulnerability. More than that, the human species is known to be able to help other creatures, or even restore ecosystems. What a single person can do, once understands basic concepts such as ecology and human rights has no limit.

The giant gaze is us, reacting, even if with the side eye, networking, communicating the same desire to protect.