Category: Creative dynamics

August 8 / Creative Challange
{Day 15 of 30} I disappeared from Internet. I am back for a while to the archaic times. The rhythm of the days was given by the strike of a laptop along with any intention or concern to procure work, write, or even post on Facebook. Two weeks in the city of Auckland, a small apartment built on the base of a volcano. Out from the back door I can see the sloping hill covered with trees and grass that once would have been a fiery path of volcanic rocks. Those that are still under my feet. N wrote me…
August 4 / Creative Challange
{Day 14 of 30} They were waiting for at the bus stop in Auckland. I left the village waving from the window with my right hand to a group of elders who came to say good-bye. It was a long trip, a rainy and unexpected warm day. It reminded me of my college days when coming back from Guanajuato to my home town at the end of the week and one of my parents used to picked me up at night from the stop.  Here, in the other side of the world, two big Maori guys wating for me. They…
{Day 13 of 30} Will I remember this place?  The mountains? Shall I look around  wondering for the pine forests ... the sheep, visits to the river? So far, the only place I feel sometimes nostalgia is for the Marquesas Islands, Nuku Hiva... if I strongly close my eyes and remember when we being welcome from the open sea. And it's enjoyable, this nostalgia, to felt it so far... “Remember” from Latin re-cordis:   through the heart again. But Taumarunui is different. A village that has come out of the fog to give a welcome hug me for months and I…
{Day 11 of 30} There are days like this one, when I said -I slept too much. I opened and closed my eyes in the morning ... feeling a sensation of have missed something that I do not know. It is winter. It rained all week, a thin, continuous pouring rain. But this feeling of sluggishness may not have to do with it... And on days like this when the direction of an internal map is missing (and yet does not mean being lost) that feeling instantly takes me by surprise.  As who inspects a foreign object for the first…
June 29 / Creative Challange
{Day 10 of 30} No, is not what you imagine ...  Standing in front of a group of 40 old ladies in an old house drinking tea. And in terms of Taumarunui, little town in the mountains of New Zealand ... this is a Women's Club.  Today they gather to listen the talk of a Mexican who came for some sort of coincidences ... I wonder if this is only in appearance and there are more mysterious reasons behind this meeting of so many old ladies ...  maybe they make secret plannings to invade the village with pastries , planting…
June 24 / Creative Challange
{Day 9 of 30} Since she arrived I've spending days in a  country with no name.  I was going to the library. I woke up late, I said to myself  I’ll get that book of Maori poetry today...  Checking my email -a message - "I'm in the library right now." I think I was going anyways,  and maybe I could had found her with her backpack waiting  -without knowing - for someone that was going to meet  her -without knowing-.  Do we would have recognized each other? I think so, because secretly we already knew our faces ... so that happen when you…
June 14 / Creative Challange
{Day 7 of 30} I write to W and suddenly my writing is in English in the first place (not Spanish) and as days written in bird´s sings cant be translated... This one will remind without translation. I The little boy, playing in bed / while his wounded mother cooks, is throwing little words and circles / out of the window. She smiles / (the whole world lights up) he chatters excitedly - What can he see? There's a monkey at the window - behind the door! But he is falling /into darkness. Cutting pieces of wood... this was not so useful so…
{Day 4 of 30} Farmer or sailor? Ocean or mountain? Stillness or movement? These days I've disappeared between hours in front of the river, walks senseless, cutting kiwis in the garden, or at the bottom of the hot tub to stop shaking… from the cold? It’s winter ... naked trees, fallen leaves, fires ... and smoke rising like clouds all over town. I feel my heart keeping warmth, pum pum pum. I went to the "club" to play bingo with Mr. Graham and his wife. - And ... do you have children? - Yes, one of 50 and another of…