ANIMAL PLASMA

  If you like architecture history or tends to like it, imagine what still lives in the “be quiet” voices that emerge in the construction places. It is possible to hear the murmurs, sounds vibrating and leaping in the air. In that moment there’s the whispering memory telling lowest bringing that expression: “The first we plan the home, after the house, its materiality. It is because I made the fire place before to treat from architecture properly,” it is what Mr. Paul Schweikher could have said if he does not said through art and architectural intent that transponders his thoughts for what meaning à home. He has a paper like testimony from his ethical treatment ways: “How Should the Impacts of Scientific and Technological Change be Reflected in Architectural Education?” If you would like to do some comparisons from his works with Mies Van Der Rohe - Japanese House and Dorothy Miller House you will have to come back to review the book Kyoko’s House by Yukio Mishima or Kawabata’s b...

  I was thinking in opera about. The voice extensive flying into theater provoking and trucking on heart bitten. Sometimes I watch from libretto and parts noted from some sites of the web. I have hearing an alter love never we could imagined. A ghost alive that is touching and is worn on our souls. She coming and the voice somehow materializes in an entity like human as well as moves the false reality being into us the eventual truth that receives us for a particular experience, it is human but is too beyond us. The art touches us like a fate that in the after still resounds. Opera is the superior contextualization that willingly shows us some hope of a world that seems not to fade.

  He has a house by the beach. He has it in a beach town. The tide has moved through, of course, that has changed with the recent warm global environment. Actually, due to this situation, the last waves came to severe damage to the house. Some months after that he despair like vapor and appears apparently unconscious about what happened. Does not long ago the effects of damage seemed never to occur. The house was cleaned, and very different in relation to aspect. Nowadays, he has a house on the beach; it is entirely in the water. The house was by the sea. However, he had thought about that before; the house floats, and with the new equipment and engineers he bought, we can understand that the house is a boat already to navigate for crossing the ocean. Tomorrow we will see his family sailing toward the Mediterranean Sea, and one day, far away from tropical waters they will tell us how it is living at home in that the yards are around made of water.

  Tomorrow is the morning of a while day. The eternal to emerge and to be what it is  light that falls down on everything shows many times what would seem hidden, and clearly what is in front of us and we do not see. We could say that our life changed because of an imposed schedule, but to live against all aims does not have an expected outcome of things like a proposal that needs some legal insurgence, saying that it is a revolutionary act in front of the fantastic sunrise. To be better is not a lone position, we change in the convulsion of social relations, and it is    not is each one in transformation, but the other who moves our existence. The complex all of us is what makes us someone in the world. Tomorrow is something that happens now and each instant and we can know that it is a new year, and it is still the unconventional cogency    of the eternal tomorrow.

  I have seen what I did not see before. Beliefs in one thing; I lost it. I searched after to look forward, until that moment I did not realize my need for it. It was very important to me, and at that time I started to walk toward the senses of my life discovering how much it meant for me. Still I did not understand. Maybe yes but, I did not get with deeply. I questioned myself; I tried to reach this overwhelming point with rationality, and it was not enough; something did not fit. Then I felt. The feelings, the passion and a truth will could take me right for this thing. But, seeing back, in an instant I lost. I know what is, and I do not know how to describe its form, its shape or dimensions, color, endings, this thing which I have been studying for a long time is the most amazing part of the whole thing I knew. It is this thing, and I have been lost each beat from my heart.

  Take your feet and go to the Moon. Still have time for you. If you do not to want to do that you will be unfortunate for the rest of your life. The strangers from other galaxies are stupid like many beings that speak around you, the difference is that they are superlative. They understand only the words bound with things, for example; love can be a car, barbecue fire, your or an ice cream. You can talk aloud like an ice-scream-man, they never will understand you. Forget. This people just are living between bipeds here on earth. They are thieves, soul collectors, trappers, falser, fakes and pretenders. From a planet unknown, they are coming all the time.  The Invaders come, they are using your indulgence to enjoy anything, your time, cashes, clothes, taking the dog to walk like it was nothing. They are come cracking down the door from your worth pride and honor, putting their dirty hands on everything, smiling at suspense, in scaring for your soul, pretending joy. You are a t...