The Language of Silence (Ancestors 2023 - 3/2023)

I want to share something that was masterful, wonderful for me.

The first meeting I had with Andrea and Gabriel a few months ago was by chance, I don't really know, because they are not very popular places. They are very little known to those of us who have not travelled, as in my case, we do not know it.

Gabriel began to talk about the caves of Altamira. Well, I can't explain to you what happened to me, a very strange, very magical thing. Once the meeting was over that Saturday, I took a notebook and began to write non-stop, as if a special enchantment had enveloped me derived from that perfect description that Gabriel made that touched my heart. What happened to me was magical, the words gushed out, it's as if they were dictated to me, as if they came from I don't know where and I had to write them down. I couldn't interrupt myself, I wrote without interruption. Like this until finished. Four, five sheets, which I left there on standby for all these months. I only corrected those words that one´s reiterates when talking, so I changed them to synonyms. But the essence of what I experienced is here, in what I am going to read to you and that I want to share, which for me was magical, totally magical.

Video: Flor Bugnot

The language of silence

(Text in the video)

It penetrates me, treasurer, it disintegrates and composes, it has a cadence, a rhythm in complete arpeggio. It invades everywhere, it recreates the collective unconscious, it has a certain magnitude, a dynamic metric, it is a temperamental food that nourishes, subtle, beautiful, chains me, subjugates me. I want to discover that language, perhaps it has something mystical about it, its ancestral DNA has vigor, its mysterious veil hides truths that I want to reveal.

I live in the spell of listening, it is like a divine device that permeates my heart, expectant of the emotions that are on the surface. I inhabit those sounds, I treasure the resounding message, the sea roars with its unmistakable strong voice, penetrating my consciousness.

I burst into the spectral stillness of the figures, I blend in, I need to bond, get closer in their incarnating action; the gesture dissolves into madness due to an inner calm poured into my body.

The magnetism that the drawings give off is like a mistake, there is a resignation towards your honor. It paralyzes me, I shudder, the deer and bison appear before me, imperturbable, upright, they penetrate me in solidarity with my desire.

I treasure the message, my anxiety is fulfilled, I do not repress the emotion, I am devastated in this magical future.

This miracle produced is unconditional, it is a springboard towards catharsis, where images are filled with words of absolute love.

I must point out, they touch the intimate springs, they are sometimes disrespectful.

That imaginary reigns here, I spy on its furtive movements, it gives me respite, the murmur is unfathomable, it settles into place. There is no longer any chance, I have felt its special, unique vibration, my questions have been answered, I have cleared all obstacles.

I am radiant, full, that essence that I do not know nourishes my thoughts, sustains my dream that I embrace.

I run with illuminated euphoria, the water that passes through the stone consumes it, turning it into a footprint, a plural vestige of a plaintive past.

Restlessness runs through me, I have heard the voices that populate the silence, it is exaltation, what grows in me is imperturbable, it is reactive sensitivity, everything is very disturbing, exciting.

I cannot and should not be austere in my expression, it is a cult of excessive rapture that I honor every day in my daily life.

Beauty springs from the immensity of the cave.

I pour myself into what I write, my whole life, from its charm I reach my true chimera.

Within this place the richness of the senses pours out, reflecting the spirit of the world in my eyes. In the light that I observe, the soul wants to flow, there is a certainty of cosmic thought, which runs through the power of those rays, awakening absolute love in my heart.

Wound weft (Ancestors II - 03/2022)

Am. I expand, the wind howls, the waters tremble crying out for space. The creek meanders sunsets. I find peace, calm in the crucial stage. My voice transpires, may it be heard everywhere. That's it, I've done it, there's no more, it only remains to take a deep, deep breath, devouring the times, those who stopped me, those who put barriers to my agile awakening.

I want to be there! It was, I released, now to preserve the difficult fruit for me to decide. I'm happy! What lust harbors my heart when deposing, when granting! The impregnable, the inaccessible falls. What a sublime wonder to walk it!

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