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René Magritte: The words and images

was in publication number 12 Surrealist Revolution the year of 1929 which included the theoretical treatise "The words and images " whose author was nothing more and nothing less than René Magritte.

In this treatise, Magritte intends to break up from a surreal philosophical grounds the relationship formed between the words and the image of the same, ie, the name given to objects, and by gaining a new sense or separation between word and image (and object name) can be concluded that abstraction that supports the word loses its meaning when one questions the very nature of their meaning and physical form that resides in the object or its representation, which is described.

The word is found at some point instead of the object and the object or its representation in place of the word without the background is a relationship or obvious meaning between these two, so that the word is just ambiguous construction that precisely the object. Likewise, any object ignores any word that means. Name and object, word and image, is inherently void, just as they are related by definition.



Now, let it be Magritte himself who invites us to question and take us on a journey without return to reason and to the very heart of surrealism with the contents of his treatise, which 18 sentences presented below:

• No object is so attached to his name so as not to find one that suits you best.

• Objects that can dispense with their name.

• Sometimes, a word only serves to designate itself.

• An object comes into contact with their representation, an object comes into contact with your name. Sometimes an object and its name is found.

• Sometimes the name of an object appears in place of its representation.

• In reality, a word can take the place of an object.

• In a phrase, an image can replace a word.

• An object suggests that there are others behind him.

• It appears that there is little relationship between the object and that that represents.

• The words for different objects do not say anything about what distinguishes them.

• In a table, words have the same force that shapes.

• Pictures and words are perceived differently in a box.

• Any form can replace the representation of an object.

• An object never produces the same effect as your name or representation.

• The visible contours of objects, in reality, they played as if they were a mosaic.

• The meaning of the figures are not identifiable as important as that of the well defined.

• A table, the names denote things sometimes accurate, and images, vague things.

• Sometimes the opposite happens.

René Magrit.

Source: Temporary exhibition "The invisible world of René Magritte ", Museo del Palacio de Bellas Artes, Mexico City, July 2010.


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About ten years ago would have found the best way to be happy, simpler, with just a few leaves and some soil. Imagining, always imagining that all this was becoming something more. My thoughts really focused on the excellent work that was supposed to crush with good stones, the best tools to use, some plants and berries. And if he came to the end, I could decorate jealously like a delicious meal ready to taste. Happy, proud and satisfied I had taught over the final outcome of my work as a trophy unsurpassed and, immediately afterwards, he would have destroyed without any qualms. And not have been more than chlorophyll stains on my cotton pants as proof of my creation expires.

 

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Stage I

Ernesto Grandfather's Babita was falling every time he was dancing with granddaughter him to the sound of guarachas. Is firmly ingrained in his heart that the first impulses of the child were to want to walk through the rhythm of the bongos and gowns. The very naughty and had a good ear for music ygracia, and rhythm to dance.

Three years was enjoying his grandfather to raise Coco was so proud and in love with her granddaughter that the very rogue presumed to her in front of the women of her age when she sat with them to enjoy gathering dusk. It was the best time for the elderly, when the evening breeze and the music that filtered through the balconies are brought to mind memories old and rewarding. The Life Time seemed to stop just for them.

His precious Coco had dazzled him every evening it had to walk through the busy streets of Havana, sometimes even secretly took her to their meetings with Santeria intention that the child will fill the soul energy of Olodumare Ashe, the Universal God. The grandfather had a firm belief that the blessings and prayers that he dedicated to serve orishás never abandon the spirit of his mulatto. Of course, none of this could tell parents of Coco, was very clear that the white boy English ban will care for her daughter if she knew he was part of those "voodoo rituals" as he called them. That Peter was a good man and grandfather knew Ernesto was recognized that taking good care of your family. But I hated it. I saw something suspicious in that whitey English that appeared and disappeared for long periods at will. They got wrong by mutual agreement, especially when he was home. If Grandpa was late with Coco the fuss that was riding came to the attention of the entire community.

But that little is remembered as the girl. When his father left to travel to Cuba and to contact the family decided to move Darlin to Spain and find him there.

Ernesto

A discouraged that idea. Tried to dissuade them to stay with him but could do nothing against the desperation of a woman in love, now a single mother, who only longed to return to find his man and sought a better future for herself and her child. But his plans were not as expected. After moving to Barcelona in a small rented flat in old city their mother had to seek work in the first thing that came to move forward. During those years he worked as a nanny, maid, waitress and when she got to put their papers in order definitively began working as a clerk in a clothing store. At first I gave him the nod for his appearance and fitness, but the manager of that store as Posh given three-month trial to see how it unfolded. Darlin learned quickly: If your partner was right on when he played, she had to reach at least ten minutes before; to closing time, she would do whatever it takes to meet a client. Also had the complex task of turning off his Cuban accent, not wearing clothes too tight for not marking curves would give a aggressive against women and not too loose to ensure that men do not notice her. To be accepted finally do a good job in the store itself. Coco

spent at his mother thought was a deep nostalgia, but being so young wonder that sadness occupied a large part of his heart. During the early years had a sort of melancholic depression that she could not understand. Completely unaware of the change of scenery, of people, smells and tastes had been too much. I could not understand that he missed the heat, music, the revelry of their neighborhood and all the happiness he had wrapped since birth. But above all what he lacked was the grandfather Ernesto and his great affection. Darlin suffered by his baby, but I thought the best thing that could give him was the fruit of their labor, so you will not miss anything. I did not know to deal with that sadness that he even painted the aura of gray. Do not know that, simply, his exhaustive dedication to work and think about the man who left was making him lose a wonderful energy. That blind and vain search was stealing the love and magic as a woman and mother belonged. And children are the first to receive the impact of change, touched Coco feel everything.

When she turned ten years and received the third Darlin Pedro refusal to recognize their relationship and take care of Coco, the mother had to decide to forget about it forever and start a new life with a another dream to fulfill that could afford it. Since then, more devoted to her daughter and herself and five years later, with the help of their savings in a hurry, a loan and some money that he paid the father for the support of the child and why not to bother to stop, opened a Cuban restaurant in the Born, one of the neighborhoods were more in vogue in Barcelona. It took God and help build the business, every night gave body and soul to pray for help Olodumare. He could not forget their origins and beliefs because they were part of it and deny it was like denying a part of herself. He called the restaurant and its more precious, Coco. Through its project initiated some loyal friends and finally saw a more or less stable future for herself and her daughter. It took some time to bear good fruit, but in the end was very successful, thanks in large part to their culinary skills and love you put everything. Something he learned from his father at an early age is that you take pride in King, humility and holy Stamina warrior to make things good in this life. Coco

noticed the big change from his mother, but while Darlin flourished and returned to fill his life with warm colors, she struggled to understand why it did not quite fit into the world. Perhaps it was something so extreme, but she felt that way. He had friends and good academic results and had the support and unconditional love of his mother. But she felt something was missing, as if the beating rhythm of life inside will not work well. At fifteen he began to develop a series of complexes in which overturned much attention and ended up causing a blackout in the colors of his aura when out small, had shone like the sun He called all I had of herself as too: too much hair, too dark, too hip, too flashy, too much color, too much, too much, too ...

His mother

everything seemed little business going, the better best felt inside. It was proposed smile to any circumstance that would come and that made him feel happier, more beautiful and stronger. The energy radiated is felt to five feet away, but not enough for Coco. The little woman had built a concrete wall shelter itself. Poor Coco. Not yet understood. And of course, what he needed to understand was something that she kept inside. Only the necessary ingredients needed to make it unveiled its true beauty.

continue ....

Patricia Djembé

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I love the movement of your wrinkles, pimples casual

Your Freckles you hate
The mole on your back
The mischievous curls falling on your neck
The scar on your arm
neglected your nails short and tousled hair

Your skin crawls when cold, by nerves, for me ... Your clothes disordered
colors, sizes.
I love when you insist,
convince me when I say that could not be otherwise
I try to look without hesitation
But you laugh and look low
I love your body disproportion
your
soft rounded arms and touch your leg
rough and your waist.
Oh, and your bad jokes
And when you laugh before counting.
And I love your look expectantly waiting
my smile.
I laugh when in doubt,
Or when you think you are good enough to do something

When you think you are pretty or have gained
When not you ashamed to ask second course.
when you know I like chocolate
when you cry, because you have three types of tears:
coming out at the emotion of a film, an image which
hurt, born of pain
those who do not know why they come, and not understand
but for that I am.
I love when I ask forgiveness
I love when you asked me
And your answer is so tender.
Your cries of hysteria and your hobbies
your shame and your silence.
I accept it all, I want everything.


face to face. Or me me. Or me for myself. Accepting
, know, love ... it is essential to accept, understand and love others.

Patricia Djembé

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went into that bar and sure of himself as handsome as ever, did not realize that lead singer drank one sip a glass of wine or two women sitting in the back of the living room watching him fun.
wore like no man has managed to have a sensual grace and wonderful that even though you would not want to pay the slightest attention, just to make you look back at him. He dressed with great elegance of white linen suit with vest and matching hat that landed straight into the back of the chair before choosing the diamond that was playing that night.
Meanwhile, the soloist began singing a tune. Mellow but firm voice sang the first stanza. An acoustic guitar followed. Many eyes were fixed on her, but she did not just wanted, for a moment all was suspended, even seemed that the waves of smoke that billowed over the heads of the attendees were paralyzed. Then began the percussion, like tribal rhythms mixed with a sensual melody whose notes hidden passion and pain more than anything else. Some couples danced front of the stage, very close, their heads resting on the shoulders of another. Transmitting feelings were brewing the song one by one by the pores of the skin.

The charismatic man stood up making a funny motion with his jacket and went to the most beautiful woman. A woman of platinum blond hair. and taffeta corseted red. was sitting in the front row of tables, alone. His companion, probably a mob came to grace Business spoke with colleagues in the next room. And pure pure after she had gone off her light. It was a risky choice.

bent to take her hand and kiss her and dragged across the scent of gallantry to her. The woman could not resist a dazzling smile soon appeared among the most dangerous lipstick size.
Just then, the soloist closed his eyes. He hurt the scene, he struck the lyrics of the song and felt his heart was bigger than his chest. He tried to draw strength from wherever and started in the chorus with a terrific voice torn and sentencing. Posing a determining their eyes on him. His passion led to an extreme only insight that only could be achieved with such despair.

Her black hair shone under the central focus, but it was pulled curls fell on his face. Her dress, black silk sleeping on their forms ajar. But the gentleman only had eyes for his new discovery. I had completely forgotten who it was that woman who reveled in a beautiful song.

solo
But remembered every detail of their meeting in the past. If your mouth
seductive words whispered in his ear, she felt, if the tips of his fingers ran over her back, she felt and if your body strong and made led him to another place of dreams, so she felt. It was as if I was living again. Two advanced
tears as he spoke those words sincere and genuine "Tonight with words unspoken . And you say That I'm the only one, the only one, yeah. But will my heart Be broken. When the night meets the morning star? "
He looked a moment into the solo, and was mourn. He felt as if he had been hit in the stomach .. The song ended. He and his diamond
left that place.

The soloist had a lump in the throat, could not continue, not that pain. He left his post at the microphone alone, his most faithful friend.
vomited deceit, shame and self-pity. He locked his misery in a leather suitcase and went to a place among the blue and the desert, into the abyss and under the sky.

Patricia Djembé

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The Legend of hurricanes and breezes

At first arose Earth, but I was alone and cried for a long time. Your tears they covered everything and this was born the Water. It was too much, so I was furious and went on fire. And when all was burning his anger he felt ashamed. Saddened, he breathed deeply and began to blow hard. De Wind was born inside the element that balanced it all.

The earth brought forth life, forests, mountains, deserts ... The water was distributed in rivers, lakes, seas, oceans and glaciers. The fire was distant, only to be necessary at certain times. He waited in the heart of the volcanoes. And the wind decided create two special forces: winds and hurricanes.

The wind was proof that the earth breathing, the breezes passed your message with love and gentleness and the hurricane unleashed its fury. But never a feeling as destructive as this should take place in the heart of the Earth, because its nature is to love life and not destroy it. But the hurricane decided to act independently. Any little hint of anger was used to that part of the essence of wind became a hurricane, became more and bigger and destroyed everything.

The hurricane swept everything in its path and crossed heaven and earth with its giant spiral. It fed all the elements: heat of fire to set your engine from water to create furious storms and earth to bring everything he wanted. Even just all the little breezes that trying to send messages of calm and peace. As the wind was aware of the disaster, warned all the little breezes that traveled by land to cope. The Earth provided its glaciers to dispel the cold wind made the eye of the hurricane.

Each became Hurricane defeated many new warm breezes continue to exercise its mission in the world.

People who feed their anger, hatred and make it fit for life or those who want to get everything by force, destroying what is in their path, are like hurricanes that destroy everything and do not generate anything. Inevitably, the little breezes that come your way are torn down easily if you do not bind to restrain him. People who are breezes have a lot to each other and transmitted from generation to generation are learning how to undo new hurricanes. And they are not destroyed, they become new breezes.

October 2, 1998, Barcelona in autumn. Wind: 8 km / h

Alicia
has risen again crying. Has had one of his nightmares about the school and that does not support the idea of \u200b\u200breturning to step on it. Before his father started screaming call, has remained in bed curled up like a ball of wool and hugging her pillow.

Then when I finally found something to live for the day ahead, started to dress.

has had to put the same clothes from yesterday. You do not have clean clothes for days because his father will not loose a penny to go to the laundry. Hand washing underwear, and pants and shirts, and take longer to dry now that it's colder, wait able to put them in a washing machine.

Looks in the mirror in the bathroom for 5 minutes. Referred to in silence, trying hard not to hate herself. Try sinking your look in her dark eyes, he realizes the huge circles that leads, but can not do otherwise. Been years since I sleep in peace.
not like her complexion white, almost transparent and scarred. Does not like their ears, too large. However, we do not like his mouth, his lips tight as always had a grimace of pain and anguish. Considers that perfectly reflects his emotions are always the same. Everything else is passable, she thinks.

While angry unravels the knots of her hair, Karl, his father asked to go screaming into the kitchen right now. The cries are rising, but she sounds as if you were far away. It gives the feeling of being immersed in the sea floor. You can even imagine the water around and the feeling of drowning. There

totally paralyzed in the mirror, feeling he can not do anything to save himself, is still sinking ...

- What the fuck are you doing? Hell, strip running for the school. NOW!

Karl Gross is a man with an insensitivity almost pathological, but so far has not put a hand on Alicia. Just have a bitter hatred for life and conveys both the excitement that destroys any shred of happiness or something around there.

life is selfish because he is deeply convinced that life has been unfair to him. It still keeps a job and keeps the rent of your apartment does not want to lose what remains of pride and dignity. Believes that the only thing to do is keep her daughter until she reaches adulthood.

Sits on the couch in his room, angry and disgusted while watching Alice hastily collected his books for school.

- The fucking girl ...

Until you hear the slam of his departure, does not dare to pick up a bottle of Vodka that jealously guards behind the television. Nevertheless, he believes he is a man of principle and has decided to drink only when her daughter is not in front.

There on the bed juvenile facility, returns to curl up longing to disappear, without a single hint of conscience for not being or being in this world.

December 4, 1998, Barcelona in autumn. Wind: 14 km / h

After remaining silent for two months, Alice answers the questions of the psychiatrist. Now you can eat three times a day and has begun to receive visits from a young volunteer of the Institute Pi i Maragall, Pol

accompanies him walking and he read excerpts from their favorite books. In fact, they are all about epics, mythological beings and final apotheosis. But he is always part of reality in them. Pol

is basically a boy glib and clueless. Dark curly hair and very very white skin. Most of the time leads the round lenses of his glasses very dirty, why unnecessarily force the eyes and makes strange faces that make you smile Alicia inside.

She is not ready, but sometimes you feel like talking to him really.

December 27, 1998, Barcelona in winter. Wind: 10 km / h

"I like the cold and I love to wear many layers of clothes that make me look like an onion. And if you add low temperatures gray day, rain, storm, thunder and lightning, rather than better. I can not explain exactly why ... Maybe because I have the feeling that every time the weather is stormy nature wants to signal that it is what drives everything, that however much they want to control their resources, it is the only law and is based on each heartbeat that the earth itself.

While appreciating and enjoying the rainy days, I recognize my innate need light. Especially here in the city ... many black and whites too skies invite ourselves to protect ourselves, to experience some sadness at nothing in particular and everything we feel in general. So the earth exudes the right amount of rainy days and cold. You know? And when the sun rises ... it seems the perfect time: we realize at once (the privileged) of perfection. When we have too much of something, we get tired and ask for something different. Almost always gives us, but we must be very attentive to view ...

Pol speaks non-stop and it is limited to listening while watching through the window. All of your wonderful words with the sun rays gives make you feel good during these hours.

- ... actually all makes so much sense ... - Continued rambling Pol explaining more to himself than to Alicia. As is customary with no response and no certainty that she heard nothing not limited to verbalize their thoughts. Undoubtedly, in the Faculty of Philosophy student will become a handsome and ready to battle in the most controversial debates.

Hours later, when Pol reread absorbed a theory of physics book quantum Alicia, remaining static at the window and watching the garden begins to talk :

"Today I cried a lot. When I start ... I can not stop. It is as though within me there was nothing but an ocean. And the salt water was poured each day a little more. So I feel ... And I just want one day to dry completely.

-When dry, you can return to fill that void ...

I do not think you can.

- I'll help

Alicia then turned to Pol and for what seems like an eternity look at each other.

Bewildered and excited to hear it, Pol I try to speak as honestly as he can, but remains silent.


...



did not know how I would do, but knew she needed to and to trust him. Firmly believed that I could help but was not sure I could rebuild all the bits in which the girl had been breaking.

That night, before bed, picked up the book that Pol had given him and watched his thick cardboard covers stamped with the universe in them. It was like being able to watch the stars.

- The Law of Polarity is the mechanism through which the universe maintains its equilibrium state. We can understand by simply observing the flow of everything around us. On a subconscious level your body knows, our involuntary reactions always unified polarity for best results. If you're running forward, your body will first check back. If you try to jump up, your body takes the momentum going first down. If you come crying to the end of your tears then laugh, and laugh if you reach the end of your laugh then cry. If you take a shower with cold water come out with heat, but a hot bath will produce cold. Abuse of food will lead to a strict diet, and diet back to strict food abuse. We went out to explore outer space and we have revealed the hidden mysteries of our world, while the wise men seek within themselves and may come to perceive the entire universe. In the game of love we see couples who hate the first meeting, and when the hatred is so total fall in love and marry. While the merging of more love, the end of love invariably taught to hate, until divorce do us part.

Hortensia Galvis Ramz

After

reading, he fell into a deep sleep.

dreamed I was a little breeze blended with the immensity of the universe and felt something like happiness. Had the first dream of peace in a long time.

Patricia Djembé

Photo: In Torrelles del Llobregat, November 6, 2010.