My jewels are fragile walls that dream of becoming houses; hut fragments that build up poetic instants.
The forgotten is the part that we throw to the emptiness. The memory gets fossilized and turns into the footprint of the life we live. Meanwhile, we decide a continuity or origin we keep in the pockets, sometimes the forgotten turns into something new.
3 poetic tools which are used to: erase and forget, write and rememeber, and turn oblivion into memory. I classify oblivion with rules while they are used to store the memory through the intention and expression of doing it.
Memories circulate inside continuity. Fragile cones full of oblivion or forgotten memory which are fed, filled, intertwined and emptied. Scenarios of mind that modify the memory of the past and the present.