Escritos para un unwitty writing

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And at the end, I was in a Flemish winter, I guess, but I dont know, on a second floor, of tiled floors, of brown -framed windows, furnished with red Paracas textiles along all the walls, with all the mythical animals as witnesses and chorus, waiting in a , possibly, a forgotten Christmas night, waiting in a cold and distant night, waiting the moon alone with just a dim light at the end of the room, just looking trough the window the streets full of snow, or people, as it seems, as you like, either was summer or fall,, the dark trees and some houses of slopped roof.


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el silencio.
el nino buscando en la oscuridad
la luz del reflector

el banquero
el guardian
el coro

la torre
la piscina
el cerro
el desierto

la mujer

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I noticed it was a sleek, modern office, an empty one in the morning. And then we knew that the person who was carrying the book in a chained suitcase, ahs lot is in the middle of the financial centre, just as he was going trough the escalator. The book was a long sheet we a Chinese ink written word, with a meaning that I forget.

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German Fernandez Cantos,2020
Poem 2-The body


the plan:
slowly like in a stage, develop the moments of the piece
a white screen is everything we see at the beginning

moment 1: the flowers and the beings appear, they are the buttons
later the background video appears but with low opacity
later appears the headless man seated over the box

the buttons trigger the different actions, like:
one starts creating flowers randomly
other starts creating random skulls
other move the parallax effect, dissapearing the man and letting the woman appear
other plays a video


after the first click, the buttons are reassigned events
event listeners are removed and changed by new ones.
the same with the second and third click.


guide for smartphone:
also for the moments, the poem lines should appear one at a time filling the whole
screen in smartphone, so they can be read slowly maybe

plus the woman would be places as a video-like-gif-replacement file, and also a skull video will
be added, these
videos should be square and of white background with a cut out figure in th emiddle
so they can be used both in desktop and mobile.
The woman will appear from a box, the whe will go out and open her mouth and from
her mouth flowers will appear and for the flowers a box will appear
and inside the box a man in oxygen mask will look out
another idea is the headless man riding the skull and flowers appear radially from them
forming a Escher-like figure, maybe.
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this might be a little surrealsit
but mainly there are two figures,
the headless man and the woman portrait
and they organise the narrative

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Moment 1:

The flowers, always the flowers
and the beings appear,
they are the buttons, the triggers, the starters
later the background video appears but with low opacity
as always backgrounds do
but later appears the headless man seated over the box

The headles man
the woman in the box

Hey! Hoi! I hear my own scream, the rant, the rage!
Why?
Only then I started to understand why you did that
Never mind
Oh yes , sure

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Moment 2

The crown in my eyes dilutes trough the hands like a viscous liquid
slowly, rhythmically like a snake from my eyes

The hair is white now, dusty and old
fragile and broken by times
of yore and sore

the buttons trigger the different actions, like:
one starts creating flowers randomly
other starts creating random skulls
other move the parallax effect, dissapearing the man and letting the woman appear
other plays a video
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The car.
The car, shiny and bulky,
curvy and slim, steely and hard
reflect my shadow under the sun

But after the first click, the buttons are reassigned events,
event listeners are removed and changed by new ones.

The sands of the desert protect my steps
covering them softly with dusty oblivion
carefully but neatly
for me to never see my footprints again
to forget myself in the dust
as dust myself I am
under the sun
of the midday
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and the same will happen, as it has been said,
with the second one
and the lurid third click,
forever again

Click, click, click
Touch, touch touch
Press, press , press
Scroll, scroll, scroll

Click, touch, press, scroll

Push

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and my skin will burn after the crown fall from the eyes
 and the sound of the wind protrudes itself from the horizon I lost
in the silver water of the illusion

It is not a car, it si only sand
and where I am now, I am no more
and my name will be forgotten
as will be my rage and my lust

See, watch, feel
touch, click and push
draw and text

rage and light
battery and love
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-Please turn on the oven, the food is almost ready, and the bread.
-Allright
-What is in the radio?
-No not know, will check

the towers I see, barely from the distance
are the only reference
in thsi world
I have been in there
in the elevator cage
in theramps in the stairs
in the reflections in the skies
in the floors in the lounge

but I am no more
and even that I am not sure to know
now

The woman will appear from a box, the whe will go out and open her mouth and from
her mouth flowers will appear and for the flowers a box will appear
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Still my skull is in my hands
I do nto have yet a new brand
it is not a car, it is only sanf
and where I am now, I am no more

- Shhhhh, I want to sleep hey! Why are you talking that much?
Sleep and accept your destiny, come on, shsuuss!

-Indeed

and inside the box a man in oxygen mask will look out
another idea is the headless man riding the skull and flowers appear radially from them
forming a Escher-like figure, maybe.

battery and love
electricity and lust
neon and rage
smoke and flow

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