1. meaning in motion - passion

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    projections + video + editing © pablo gimenez zapiola poem © natalia litvinova sound © carlos pozo If it was possible to distill feelings to know what time they belong to. I fear I shudder in advance. Take all that is in me. What I do not have, leave it. I will let it grow for you to come back and pluck it. When the future reveals itself beforehand, and what was waiting for emancipation, is reached liberating oneself from time, I fall on my knees. I venerate it. Some men have the brutal delicacy of birds. They are the ones who, for watching me cut the air, leave the wind ragged. I know that if I get close to one of them, if I could get close, he will make me an invisible cut. I thought I had to accumulate voices to compose the exact scream and brush with it all that exists. But it was enough with breathing. Do hurt my sensibilities I agree to them being always hurt So I know that they exist.

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    • Stop Time (Frenar el tiempo)

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      projections + video © pablo gimenez zapiola poem © natalia litvinova sound © carlos pozo translation: lucrecia saravia zapiola stop time Time has to be stopped before it’s too late. Stop the air that pushes it, the ideas that string together, the woman that brings out two dresses, the man that gets lost, he who glances at his beloved’s mouth and does not kiss her. frenar el tiempo Hay que detener el tiempo antes de que sea tarde. Frenar al aire que lo empuja, a las ideas que se hilvanan, a la mujer que saca dos vestidos, al hombre que se pierde, a quien mira la boca de la amada y no la besa.

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      • chernóbil 2

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        projections + video + editing © pablo gimenez zapiola poem © natalia litvinova sound © carlos pozo translation: lucrecia saravia zapiola - alice penn There are white days and black days. before my birth, a black day exploded and my grandfather could not see colors anymore. Those who survived were able to write their names on the ashes and return to the darkness of their home.

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        • faces of the wind

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          projections + video + editing © pablo gimenez zapiola poem © natalia litvinova sound © carlos pozo translation: lucrecia saravia zapiola - alice penn Faces of the wind When I do not know to say, I draw.
 If the tree does not move on the paper I pronounce its tremor. Sometimes I have to tremble 
to have a tree, a leaf,
 and to say as the wind.

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          • chernóbil

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            projections + video + editing © pablo gimenez zapiola poem © natalia litvinova sound © carlos pozo CHERNÓBIL hay días blancos y días negros. antes de mi nacimiento, un día negro explotó y mi abuelo no pudo ver más colores. los que sobrevivieron pudieron escribir sus nombres en la ceniza y volver a la oscuridad de su hogar.

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            • побег (fugas)

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              video + projections + editing © pablo gimenez zapiola poems © natalia litvinova sound © carlos pozo driving + mapping + technical assistance = mark sink - побег - язык несёт меня по бурным рекам моего детства. детство не видело как я росла, я собрала себя из кусочков прибоя - fugas - la lengua me lleva por los ríos turbulentos de la infancia. la infancia no me vio crecer, me construí con las sobras de la marea alta.

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              • язык не защищает - no hay idioma que contenga - 5

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                video + projections + editing © pablo gimenez zapiola poems © natalia litvinova sound © carlos pozo driving + mapping + technical assistance = mark sink язык не защищает каждое слово это кожа снега девочка с веткой пишет на ней снег тает девочка тоже : :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: no hay idioma que contenga cada palabra es piel de la nieve una niña con una rama escribe sobre ella la nieve se derrite la niña también

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                • meaning in motion - passion - train

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                  projections + photo © pablo gimenez zapiola poem © natalia litvinova sound © carlos pozo

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                  • meaning in motion - passion - car

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                    projections + video © pablo gimenez zapiola poem © natalia litvinova sound © carlos pozo Passion If it was possible to distill feelings to know what time they belong to. I fear I shudder in advance. Take all that is in me. What I do not have, leave it. I will let it grow for you to come back and pluck it. When the future reveals itself beforehand, and what was waiting for emancipation, is reached liberating oneself from time, I fall on my knees. I venerate it. Some men have the brutal delicacy of birds. They are the ones who, for watching me cut the air, leave the wind ragged. I know that if I get close to one of them, if I could get close, he will make me an invisible cut. I thought I had to accumulate voices to compose the exact scream and brush with it all that exists. But it was enough with breathing. Do hurt my sensibilities I agree to them being always hurt So I know that they exist.

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                    • язык не защищает - no hay idioma que contenga - 4

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                      video + projections + editing © pablo gimenez zapiola poems © natalia litvinova sound © carlos pozo driving + mapping + technical assistance = mark sink язык не защищает каждое слово это кожа снега девочка с веткой пишет на ней снег тает девочка тоже : :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: no hay idioma que contenga cada palabra es piel de la nieve una niña con una rama escribe sobre ella la nieve se derrite la niña también

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