martes, enero 14, 2014

Tarde, ventana, sol y cortina



















Just My Imagination - The Temptations


Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by
I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy"
To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true
Out of all of the fellas in the world she belongs to me
But it was just my imagination
Running away with me
It was just my imagination
Running away with me
Soon we'll be married and raise a family
A cozy little home out in the country with two children, maybe three
I tell you, I can visualize it all
This couldn't be a dream for too real it all seems
But it was just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
I tell you it was just my imagination
Running away with me
Every night, on my knees I pray
"Dear Lord, hear my plea
Don't ever let another take her love from me
Or I will surely die"
Ooh, her love is heavenly
When her arms enfold me
I hear a tender rhapsody
But in reality, she doesn't even know me
Just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
Oh, I tell you it was just my imagination
Running away with me
I never met her but I can't forget her
Just my imagination
Running away with me
Just my imagination
Running away with me
She's never hard to find
Just my imagination
She's always on my mind
(Running away with me)
Just my imagination
Running away with me
Just my imagination
Running away with me
Just my imagination
Running away with me
I never met her but I can't forget her
Just my imagination


Songwriters
WHITFIELD, NORMAN J./STRONG, BARRETT

jueves, noviembre 28, 2013

Actualizando el software en casa


ACERO


ACERO
Museo de Arte Contemporáneo-MAC. 
Hasta el 12 de enero de 2014. 

"Reunión de gestos historiográficos, iniciáticos y complejos, divididos en circunstancias que permiten la expansión de los sentidos artísticos o su contención. Suma de señales, agrupaciones posibles, que confluyen inevitables en cada uno de los once artistas participantes de ACERO.
Una narrativa de exposición, en realidad un pretexto, para plantear este panorama de formas propuestas como eco y reflejo de esos distintos desbordes históricos que se superponen o se extienden sobre fechas y contextos sociales, políticos, económicos."

(Foto: Juan Pablo Murrugarra)

La ciudad como cuerpo...


"La ciudad como cuerpo, como organismo cuya fase final acabará en el nicho, degradado, intentando comunicarse desde cada pliegue, capa, forma y textura; rastros de polvo como advertencia del descuido y el olvido. Una genealogía nacional sobre los escombros.
Tras la memoria el olvido. Tras el olvido la historia enterrada. Tras el entierro, la reparación. O una nueva vida. Aseguramos la sombra, antes que la sustancia se desvanezca. La sombra de lo ido.".

(De: Santos Inocentes. Tránsito de imágenes. Una mirada histórica / una mirada estética sobre el deterioro. Lima, 2009)