STILL FORWARD BEHIND

“Between the endless skiesand the fire of the Earth,at the birth of time and space,life begins to shine. We are the path of least resistance,We are the memory of light. We are the true voice of sound,we are the axis of the universe…we are still forward behind. Do not...

Standing Up

“And this you can’t denya day will soon comeWhen your son will stand up He will gather couragelook into your eyeand timidly ask… “Dad, what did you want to be,When you would become a grownup?” And you will have no optionOther than answerfrom the bottom of your...

The last day of Taras Bulba

“Nikolai Gogol published my fondest novel back in 1835. I read it 30+ years ago -as a young child- without a clue that it would bounce in my head for what it is now obvious, a whole life. When the time finally came to meet his fate; Taras -a Russian Cossack- did...

Metatecture Entries

ABOUT METATECTURE In an era were the tables are rapidly turning and written language is incrementally persuaded to follow its fully grown and pragmatic child -the spoken, the verbal language- some of us find ourselves either endorsing this change as Darwinian and...

Staging moments

A story about bonds, books and chess. My grandfather thought me how to play chess many years ago, back in a day when I wore shorts by default. Every other Saturday -right after breakfast- we would hide in his home office, sit down and play chess. Those Saturdays we...

Golf season aint over

A sales meeting gone beautifully crazy… A couple of days ago I met this eccentric couple interested in a custom light-sculpture for their place in Lima. We were having coffee in their living room, discussing how their 24-year loving-union could be celebrated...

The Counterbalance

In Morocco, the majestic Atlas Mountains run pretty much from South to North splitting the country in two beautiful landscapes. To the west of the Atlas, we find the coast of the Atlantic and the big cities, while on the Eastern side the mysterious Sahara begins. And...

Why Light2Matter

What? Photonic Interplays? – asked Eduardo. Yes – I replied as we both rushed inside the bar. Truth is, Hispanic immigrants in Montreal don’t casually shoot the breeze in winter. We prudently keep our distance, oblivious to the outdoor pleasures the...