Somehow I was never paying attention during the class but somehow I always knew what was said in the end and somehow I could always give an answer. Somehow there was no importance in what was said but just in what I am imagining. It has nothing to do with the teachers or the environment […]
Read More SomehowEste es un diálogo entre dos manos. Es una historia sobre las palabras que se escriben, las palabras que se usan, reproducen y que a veces fueron maltratadas. Estoy fascinado por este tipo de historias, donde las partes humanas son las protagonistas y, por lo tanto, se está creando una atmósfera surrealista. El original está […]
Read More Diálogo entre dos manosThe text was written originally in Greek and is the result of pure writing without thinking that much. I have to admit that it was also written mainly after being deeply disappointed by society in general and in a period, in which I was a bit more cynical than probably needed. Note: The Two-Feet(s) are metaphorically the […]
Read More DeliriumUn escrito antiguo de cuando solía caminar en la montaña más cercana, donde crecí, en mi ciudad natal. El original fue escrito en griego. Me hundo en el verde. Estoy aprendiendo a simplificar. Mi papel no es lo suficientemente recto. Lo presiono y lo aplasta con mis dedos. En cada respiración de aire y rascando […]
Read More Me hundo en el verde: estoy aprendiendo a simplificarAn older writing from the time I used to walk on the nearest mountain, where I grew up, in my hometown. The original was written in Greek. I sink into the green. I’m learning to simplify. My paper is not straight enough. I press it and crush it with my fingers. In every breath of […]
Read More I sink into the green: I’m learning to simplifyUn testo astratto dedicato a tutti gli osservatori silenziosi. L’originale è stato scritto in greco. Dietro il vetro all’interno del caffè: gli osservatori, cioè quelli che guardano a destra e a sinistra, a sinistra e a destra, lungo ogni linea invisibile all’interno dello spazio, sono “configurati”. Gli osservatori sono quelli che non stanno mai zitti, […]
Read More Osservatori di vetroUn texto abstracto dedicado a todos los observadores silenciosos. El original fue escrito en griego. Detrás del cristal dentro del café: los observadores, es decir, aquellos que miran a derecha e izquierda, izquierda y derecha, a lo largo de cada línea invisible dentro del espacio, están “configurados”. Los observadores son aquellos que nunca se callan, […]
Read More Observadores de vidrioAn abstract text dedicated to all silent observers. The original was written in Greek. Behind the glass inside the café: the observers, meaning those who glance right and left, left and right, along every invisible line inside the space, are “set up”. The observers are those who are not quieting down never, they kiss sweetly every […]
Read More Glass observersUn texto muy extraño, tortuosamente largo, probablemente confuso y no claro sobre cómo funciona el cerebro humano y cómo convierte la información. Una metáfora, que se creó dentro de mi cerebro inicialmente como una imagen y luego sentí la necesidad de intentar describir todo con palabras. El texto original fue escrito en griego. Básicamente, el […]
Read More El convertidorA very weird, torturously long, probably confusing and not clear text about how human brain works and converts information. A metaphor, which was created inside my brain initially as an image and afterwards I felt the need to try and describe everything with words. The original text was written in Greek. Basically the text is […]
Read More The converter
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