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IMAGE BEHIND MIRROW

Intimate Self-Portrait

Bernardo Strozzi

▪ I have to confess, these last years I have lived splendidly, I stop carrying everything that rob my soul, I decided to believe and be faithful to me, I thought “by once you do what you must do”, and I have to say it, shaking and scared until the top, I initiate. ▪ Some years passed, and I can watch now with certain objectivity; every time I confirm with more certainty that what I saw at the time only was a kind of mirage,I think now that each one of us, has a function within this all natural, and until the moment where you understand why you come here, and explain your answers, then you can turn altogether in transparency to your charge, you start to be in the prime of live.

Sandro Botticelli

▪ Living like that, these time I have committed the great sin, “I am total”; I ramble by this small space of time and skin enjoying until my pains, sharing my poverties, assuming the bordering manifolds of our specie, tasting the beauty of our capacity, playing with our possibilities, in aim dancing with the death a pretty piece that is called TO LIVE.

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux

▪ Be in a little melancholy, I will tell you a secret that I heard the night whispering to me in the ear, I don’t know if that was happen sometime of sleeplessness day we shared. ▪ Listening as Agustín bled obstinate in the piano, removing his pain in a song that bathed to us in despair, while we disputed the life in a risky of poker game; Night say “you have to know, something to which you will can’t deny, something which you are incapable to accept or reject as same like this chance game”. ▪ Continues telling me “You has come to a place that consumes you, and who brought you here had turn you drunk of life, wander around drunkard and unconscious, you walk stumbling all the time since others do, you are blind and doesn’t want to know about the reality in which you are as thus also does the alcoholic who doesn’t want to see either that he is poisoning only when he has drunk, you only be able to live while the alcohol flows in your veins, your liver is cleaning to you, consuming voracious everything what it smells of liquor and gives death health to you. The only think you can do is resign, as much as to accept that in the chance which maintains you here in live is believe in your fate of victory. ▪ You are like a lump that to the sun shells; by very compact that you are at some time the wind it will scatter to you.” ▪ Smiling a moment and we lost the notion of the time while, and we followed tenuously together illuminated by the lustful moans of the veracruzano, misled in somewhere of a footpath forgotten of my memories.