Mi último videito, de una nueva novela argentina (muy recomendada). Jugando con voces, sonidos y fotos.

Memorias del Viento - una novela de Jorge Torres Zavaleta from Mateo Hinojosa on Vimeo.

Another Rebirth

There was, as there always is,

the Fiery Moment:

You burst into flames

at the sight of the Angel of Death

when she walked in what was your front door,

pointed at you, then out at the wide wild world.

Your denial died as you drowned in her eyes

and saw your long-time love in need

of more than you now provide.

Then, the Time of Reeling:

stumbling, stunned, eyes drowning

in the haze, mind ablaze,

the Angel now came cruel.

You clutched at your chest (of fool's gold)

as her claws sank deep,

tearing away hard-won hopes and fears - more fuel for the reblooming fire

And then, when all was burnt into past, the Time of Ash:

in you and about you, all fell apart

and you let the pieces lie,

let wind and passersby scatter the bits of you

in the land you once called home, held as your own,

and bit by irretrievable bit, you let it all go,

grieving the lost soul.

You would have walked away to see fairer horizons...

but neither your legs nor your eyes had survived.

Finally, the Time to be Fallow:

pure presence of emptiness

patience

stillness

surrender.

First you harden, then slowly, selectively soften,

yielding to layers of ash,

inhaling new nutrients.

Your deep earth gathers unto itself fertility

for another rebirth.