Las seis cabezas

This time the clay was white. I took it out of packaging and thought that now I can do whatever I want. In the end and without even noticing, six new characters were standing in front of me. I notice that whenever I create something, write or paint, I do not realise what I am doing; it is almost like a illuminated ecstasy I am entering and even if I would have in mind to create something in particular, it’s like my mind and hands move for themselves and me as a person, I do not even exist anymore. In the end I am surprised by the things that come out.


Esta vez la arcilla era blanca. Lo saqué del empaque y pensé que ahora puedo hacer lo que quiera. Al final y sin siquiera darme cuenta, seis nuevos personajes estaban parados frente a mí. Noto que cada vez que creo algo, escribo o pinto, no me doy cuenta de lo que estoy haciendo; es casi como un éxtasis iluminado en el que estoy entrando y aunque tuviera en mente crear algo en particular, es como si mi mente y mis manos se movieran para sí yo como persona, ya ni siquiera existo.

Al final me sorprenden las cosas que salen.

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