I keep silent my song to receive the
colors of my habitad. And the horizon escapes through my pupils with he
astonishment of the immensity. These are ways in direction of the light
dissolving the forms, which displace consuming like particles; I
continue involved among color where i can establish planes of different
tones, degradations, which translate us to dense masse like transparent
clouds toward others colors; In this manner i can continue involved
among atmospheres that cause is drowsiness under one musical sensation.
There is a vapor... the sun heats the grounds, the humid body is cached
by crystals, the colors have close the step of the way and men are
prisoners to the beginning of the fiction.
The landscape, like poetics evasion of the Guillermo Isava's
picyure stars of the loneliness looking for the spaces as assence of the
forms.
The space, manifesting the behavior of the beings. Those beings that
aren't here the disappeared forms by the benevolence of Isava, who
walled them down the sands, to the colors, and thus they can cross
betwenn them selues and in a rithm gestual they a make visual textures
that leave us the belief to have been to fly birds, in spite of not to
know about them. ¡the flight! it is of colors and we perceive it by
intuition.
The sea gives us the encouragement to go ut, it is the permanent
route where we can escape, it is the forgetfulness to be, it is the
melancholia from the stone and it is exist when we wet our feet.
¡The man wets himself although he doesn't know it.! All of this is
the exile eternal when we live in dreams of a city whit empty houses,
empty churches and squares that in the obscurity of the nigth meet the
ghosts of the past.
Floating remembrance where the forms are fantasies, that dissolve
reality to ambulate to the nothingness; building a invisible thought.
Guillermo Isava "has decided" to look for the places where the
places where the man dispaces the thought in the escaped abstraction.
The points join themselves in the firmament to the reconstruction of the
waves, when it repeats, it's going to let its key of a code towar to
the fresh breeze.
Guillermo Abdala.
To Vanessa.
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