Magnetic needles indicate a dawn of another world. Under a green ray sun, that falls in the surface of an immense sea, that it does not want to reveal his basalt-gray mysteries. But its blazes tile beauty everywhere and contrast with the hallucinating sky, inverted in a cone of new existence that unfolds a strange geometry Outlined in the monoliths that are to the distant spot.
A shining space the footpath of the future unfolding. Oscillating music leads to us, electronics, sidereal, acid as the stars, as mechanical wonder tour like a hoop, changes of color, breaks its form, is spilled like rain over us. The vertigo tends its luminous trap, vanishes in concentric circles... A shining space Let’s go into the tunnel... the future is waiting us. There is centrifugal force no more perfect than the one that it generates the blue deep of Richie Hawtin´s eyes
This afternoon my sadness covers my face with a veil of penumbra, while I look at for the window the sky still is clear.
The future it is a strange construction suspended in the time, a thin vertical tower that ascends in my dreams.
What crystalline melancholy goads to me when I think about big cities of the world its skyscrapers, their public seats, the people swarm, my lost memories in the big city. So many futurist buildings that are devoured by my childlike eyes suspended in precipices suspended in the void of my memory now...
thought about big cities of other countries where never I've been, but yearning to be there. I so often think about cities of the future to move away the emptiness that tries to devour to me, like a big black hole...
Tolling a metallic music from the deeps of my heart, give continuity to my dreams... The big wheel turns, starts up the celestial machinery.
