Man is genuinely overwhelmed by the evil around him. He has a question in his heart: Why is there so much evil in this world?
When the hostile atmosphere, Chills the flesh. When the foreign eye pierces hands and backs, Stiffening muscles and their desires.
When prideful anger, Censors love that has existed since the Age... Bodies cramp their inner spirit, Reducing it to death in life.
Bars, visual image of contracted space, Impregnating the distance that separates the macro world, With a desolate and barren existence.
Truncated roots and strangled niches, Pain that keeps heads hanging, For the vain triumph of an intolerant age...
...an age that, though it is intermediate, Tears through eternity and silences Without remorse the slightest intention of Light.
The body, Immobile, rigid, and overwhelmed,
Speaks in silence.
On the road, he meets Adam and Eve. The man tells them his inquiry. Them they were willing to answer Man´s question. And it was given to man, but as a pantomime act, just music was the sound filling the air.
The field covered by the multitude of fallen, Those who didn't attempt to discern the future inferno.
Victims and perpetrators, Immersed in the warlike gaze.
A battle without weapons, An obsessive desire for possible skirmishes, In the minds dazed by the blows of a constant onslaught, In irrational delirium.
The pinnacle of the unacceptable, Translated into punishment and eradication, Bittering the attempt to spread mute words, Silenced and gagged.
Impossibility, Cage and chains of creaking angers, For neurons that seek to fly or float; To escape.
Think, solely for the Ego,
For the Anger,
For the Delirium... If not,
Adam and Eve's performance was masterful. The story told in the mime, consisted of the design and assembly of a machine. The machine would serve to process the fruit and extract the essence of it, and thus they would give the man a taste of the fruit.
Impossibility is sadder in spirit.
When the soul remains tied to vices
That even with the entire spirit of the universe
Cannot redeem it from its imminent end.
When you are seduced, then subdued...
The pleasing of everyday idols
Seizes the meaning of hours.
If matter and its sanity are captive,
It's because the spirit refuses to seek the primary reason for the breath of life.
Men devolve into humanoids
Exuding ephemeral eras.
The bestial rage emanating from irreverence
Will taint the desire to be alive, and light will become negative.
Every nation will be a ghostly jungle; every people, an inhumane accumulation of resentments and hatreds towards the visible and invisible, and violence will be daily bread;
Every man, matter dragged by worms that respond to their vices.
The bars we build and that build us will rock us to sleep in the eternal nightmare that dehumanizes existence.
The man used the fruit, using the machinery, and at that moment, he forgot his agony. His doubts evanesced, and he forgot his question. Since then, the man only saw Brumas (Mist).
In one moment, several cables were connected, and a mask was placed on the man's mouth. Eva, with great sweetness, says:
"Breathe from our fruit, it carries the aroma and essence of the kingdom of this world. Afterward, you will feel less pain, lose the sense of your troubled being."
"It's strange, but I feel that my back doesn't weigh on me, Neither does my soul, nor my conscience; I could spend all my years here, and it would seem like just a single moment."
Until today, the man keeps breathing, relieved and resting, in a long dream, connected and without answers; without hope and without Light.
Each second is filled with clouds, And filled with theorems; He sees nothing but a haze of his past glory,
The road is a sea,
The sky is cotton,
Pain is peace,
Sadness is illusion.
The poems have been translated into English by me. English is my second language, and I have tried to share my work with the English-speaking audience. My intention is for them to understand a bit of what I am talking about in my work. I apologize for any errors in the translation.
CIUDAD MÁQUINA No.22
INK ON PAPER
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This video is a fragment of the Ciudad Máquina series (Machine City).
CIUDAD MÁQUINA No.1
ACRYLIC ON CANVAS
30 X 30 INCH.
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