Monday, August 22, 2011

R.Schumann - Cello Concerto in A minor, Op.129not

i would like.
to be one.
in one way.





  

one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]

one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]


one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]



one sunday.alexander platz.[4.05 pm]

.."up, up the long, delirious, burning blue

I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
and, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand, and touched the face of God".
John Gillespie 
Magee





imagination. 



one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]


I didn't think it was like I've imagined.


one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]

one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]


many games scattered into the square.






one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]



"why!? 
They want to play and so..
We make games.
it's the third year.
usually during the summer We tour around europe.
first stop this year: berlin.


after berlin We are going to belgium.
there is a festival there.
We'll come back to germany,than to nederlands and then back home, in barcelona.



one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]






We believe that everybody can create a game.
and We believe that there is a game behind almost everything.

We work with scrap and junk metal that We find.
and also with imagination.
imagination is like a muscle, You know.
if You work with it, it's ok.
it will be well-trained.
strong.
if you don't, it becomes being lazy.
so when We are with a piece of something We talk to him.
We ask questions.
And We observe.
the shape.
the movements that You're allowed to make with.
what if I put that next to this.
or the opposite and so on.
what if I play with a little ball.
what if I play with a big one.
what if I change everything.
so there is always a speech.
between the thing and us.
when We think that We did a good game..








one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]


..We put the rules.
because a game needs rules..
but We don't like to explain how to play a game.
We put the game and then People have to imagine how it works.
We don't put anything written.
We prefer to train the imagination
so We don't explain.
sometimes People find new manners of playing that We didn't know before.
We can also take ideas from that.
But normally the ideas are coming only in the workshop.
When You work.
many and many hours.

when People come in Our school, They think They aren't able to make games.

They stay one morning with Us and They live after having created a game.







one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]



Parents usually are much more interested than Children into the games.

but They are not brave.

They put their sons first and then..

.."ok let me play now..go away.."






one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]


games have the magic that put the People on the same level.
 in front of a game everyone is equal.
an old Person and a young One.
A rich Person and a poor One.
Black, White, Green..everybody is the same in front of a game."

one sunday.alexanderplatz.[4.05 pm]








one sunday. in alexanderplatz. at 4.05 pm. I was playing games and  
talking with a guy. 
a member of a group, the guixot de 8 from barcelona.
created by Joan Rovira.
He told me something about their work.



www.guixotde8.com

Monday, August 15, 2011



[i love coffee.13/08/2011]




Having a coffee near the "Tacheles" at Orianenburg.
It was the second time for me.
From the horses mouth, it is one of the best thing in Berlin.







no money,no tips.
no tips, no photos.
no more.





[a picture is worth a thousand of words.13/08/2011]











tourists are so "anti-aesthetic", aren't they?! 
i hate me in that moment. 
like tourist.



maybe.
maybe not.




i felt dirty. 
and i know that cleanliness is next to godliness. 



my mother told me that.




so. 
dirty. 
and anti-aestethic too.
and i'm honest.
honesty is the best policy.



my mother always says that.







[Roman Krote.13/08/2011]




thanks to this guy something was happening.
the "sonata n.6 for piano and violino in A,Op.30 num.1" came up to my hears from his room.
it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good.



my mother would say that.



those notes.
i felt something soft.
and clean.
finally.

http://www.roman-kroke.de/

Monday, August 8, 2011

die neue wache



[die neue wache].Unter den Linden,Berlin.7/08/2011.
by  kathe kollwitz


"we honour the memory of the peoples who suffered through war.
we remember their citizens who were persecuted.
and who lost their lives.
we remember those killed in action in the world wars.
we remember the innocent who lost their lives as a result of war in their homeland, in captivity and trough explosion"







[die neue wache].Unter den Linden,Berlin.7/08/2011.
by  kathe kollwitz




"we remember the millions of jews who were murdered.
we remember the sinti and roma who were murdered. 
we remember all those who were killed because of their origin, homosexuality, sickness of infirmity.
we remember all who were murdered whose right to life was denied"

[die neue wache].Unter den Linden,Berlin.7/08/2011.
by  kathe kollwitz


  
 "we remember the people who had to die because of their religious or political convictions.
we remember all those who were victims of tyranny and met their death, though innocent.
we remember the women and the men who sacrificed their lives in resistance to despotic rule.
we honour all who preferred to die rather than act against their conscience.
we honour the memory of the women and men who were persecuted and murdered because they resisted totalitarian dictatorship after 1945."






                                       that was "die neue wache".


the memorial of what i think it's an artificial selection.
not defenseble.
far from being weakened, he is strengthened.
the oppressor. the tyrant. the kingbird.
with the armies. 
he believes.



Thursday, August 4, 2011

no title.


my new perspective range of duties has shortly teamed up with laziness and anxiety.

he was walking with an arrow behind.

the aim must therefore clearly be blocked like a poison in a box.
necessarily.

it's 00.48 with the light on my desk.

does he know it!?



shoes must be changed.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

[Hälfte des Lebens]


Das angenehme dieser Welt hab ich genossen.

Der Jugend Freuden sind wie lang! Wie lang! Verflossen.

April und Mai und Junius sind ferne.

Ich bin nichts mehr.

ich lebe nicht mehr gerne.

[me and body]

not ready yet.

passover

[Disturbing and purging my mind,
Back out of my duties]



[when all's said and done,
I know that I'll lose every time.] 

Monday, August 1, 2011

she's grateful for.

he's not.
i'm walking around. i'm not tired. 

i see my soul off when i think utopia and death like the only way to close the matter.
when you cannot talk about something you have the right to keep silent.
and walk.



if you want, have a short break.

something is always waiting for you.