Let’s accept the metaphor ‘your absence is a labyrinth growing into my soul’ as a valid one; let’s, with indulgence, partake in the spirit of the Italian nobleman who wrote it –amongst other palpitating verses- to his distant beloved during the summer of 1826; let’s take it, in short, as a possible consequence of what [...]
Seven short texts I wrote in 2005, which I had completely forgotten about and just found by chance. Fascinating to find that the idea of using the same syntagms in various orders to generate a narrative and different meanings had started already then (nº1, 4).
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1. Lemon
White fallen bleeding
Concrete grey water
Licking newspaper
Wind
Grey bleeding
Newspaper [...]
I received an e-mail from conductor Eduardo Portal at the beginning of last July outlining the possibility of a commission of a piece for the Burgos Summer Festival (Spain), which would eventually be premiered during the Festival by the Antares Ensemble under his baton. I found out in the course of the ensuing correspondence with [...]
I was fortunate enough to get tickets for the last Royal Opera House production of Lulu. I went on Saturday evening, the 13th of June. London was in that strange in between when the combination of late sunsets, heat, sun, and sudden showers makes one think of the summer that is round the corner, but [...]
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Por la voz de la herida
que tú me has hecho
habla desembocando
todo mi pecho.
Es mi persona
una torre de heridas
que se desploma.
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Miguel Hernández, 1941