
almeja de plata, abierta
mi memoria tomando forma- 1la fuerza
- 2viento / presión
- 3cuando me pierda en alguien similar, y en mí
- 4morir
- 5diecinueve de octubre
- 6la respuesta
- 7almeja de plata
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[ La Carrera Universal Hacia No Entendernos ]
• Nobody wants a little more if circumstances provide everything for coexistence. If that coexistence breaks down, however, a little more is sought. "La Carrera Universal Hacia No Entendernos" (or "The Universal Race Towards Misunderstanding Each Other" in english) draws the search for that little more, and eventually, an understanding of what justifies it in the first place. The breaking point.
[ Almeja de Plata, Abierta ]
• From taking time to analyze and study the breaking point, "Almeja de Plata, Abierta" ("Silver clam, open") takes action to find direct answers in response, throwing the infection directly in the face of the breaking point. There is no further clarity possible after this point; the clam has everything it needs to open. Though it it still doesn't find a way, it becomes evident that its problem lies within itself in the end, that everything weighs on it, it is its own fault, consequently, everything is nothing, nothing hangs. And from this, my memory rests calmly, now, in my hands.
Towards more.
• Nobody wants a little more if circumstances provide everything for coexistence. If that coexistence breaks down, however, a little more is sought. "La Carrera Universal Hacia No Entendernos" (or "The Universal Race Towards Misunderstanding Each Other" in english) draws the search for that little more, and eventually, an understanding of what justifies it in the first place. The breaking point.
[ Almeja de Plata, Abierta ]
• From taking time to analyze and study the breaking point, "Almeja de Plata, Abierta" ("Silver clam, open") takes action to find direct answers in response, throwing the infection directly in the face of the breaking point. There is no further clarity possible after this point; the clam has everything it needs to open. Though it it still doesn't find a way, it becomes evident that its problem lies within itself in the end, that everything weighs on it, it is its own fault, consequently, everything is nothing, nothing hangs. And from this, my memory rests calmly, now, in my hands.
Towards more.





