2021, CÓRDOBA, ARGENTINA.
TO WHO IS WAITING FOR THE ARRIVAL OF STARS…
.......I leave you this short travel diary, which more than a diary, is a book that rescues memories for the so anxious memory that tends to discard them. This book, which more than a book is a collector of riches that saves the everyday language, is a way of rescuing the urgency of communicating, is to find in one's own creativity, is to recover the words thrown in a frenzy and made manifest, words that are born between two glasses too many, of the street intellectuality, of the philosophy of the chat, of the evening deductions with a kettle of mate or just two beers, moments that are usually shared on the sidewalk at home looking at the moon, on the balcony dodging the stars, in the corner of a bar, in the pool of some friend.
.......I am talking about those moments where a poetic atmosphere floods our language, giving us atypical phrases with high poetic, philosophical and existential relevance. I speak of those moments where the brain stops being critical and connects with the emotional/intellectual part and puts words to the most sublime things, like describing a sensation that is not circumscribed in a single word but in various words, like describing how the skies are conjugated in the afternoon and giving us the night. I speak of those moments when words are thrown to chance and sometimes die there. I speak of those moments because I need to resurrect them like a collector of relics in which the ear interprets, the hand writes and the interpretations shoot. I speak of those moments where words are ejected like garbage bags in a big city and are collected by someone who sees in them a residue/bird/phoenix with innumerable possibilities. Possibilities that have been marked by time, spaces, people, stories, etc., possibilities that allow an infinite telling/seeing.
.......Here goes 15 poems/writings/prayers/words. Anyway, I am not interested in conjectures, only in what they generate. Subtractions of a poetic world that were born from listening to the conjugations of others and my own.
.......Here goes 15 poems, 30 photos, from 15 days on earth, 15 days on a trip to Córdoba, 15 days in which the universe or whatever convoked us to be there, arrived in words and images.
.......Here goes 15 days of friendships, of shared travels, of never-ending chats, of card games and of "cheap philosophy and rubber shoes." Moments in which my capacity for enjoyment is at the maximum.
.......Here goes 15 encounters between beings that were released into the ether and returned in words/images/emotions.
.......Here goes 15 moments of a journey, which at the same time was a loving encounter as it is to find family in friendship. This book would not have arrived in the world without the presence and relevance of the words of my friends Priscila Spitzer and Mariángeles Rosso, with whom you will embrace in each postcard/image/writing/poem. They are poetry as they walk.
