Ménagerie Contemporaine

iLe, Rescatarme 2016

iLe - Triángulo “Tengo un triángulo... Perdón. Hay un triángulo... En el espacio abierto de mis concavidades... Tengo hilos... Perdón. Hay tres hilos... Que me amarran los dedos de mis extremidades... Tengo robles... Hay dos robles... Que se estiran cual sobo alrededor de mi... Tengo un hueco... Perdón. Hay un hueco... Que me deshace toda, hasta que no soy nadie... Tengo amargos... Perdón. Hay un llanto... En el espacio abierto de mis concavidades... Tengo fríos... Perdón. Hay morimos, Que si, amarran los dedos de mis extremidades... Tengo olores... Perdón. Hay dolores... Que me estiran cual sobo al derredor de mi... Tengo ecos... Perdón. Ay roguemos... Que me deshago toda hasta que no soy nadie... Que me desgarro toda hasta que soy sin ti...” - © 2016 Sony Music Entertainment US Latin LLC

Quien puede amar a quien busca un amor imposible? Un amor singular, de la sangre, incorruptible... Mujeres llenas de pasión, llenas de vida y acción; Hay quienes nunca conocen de este amor, por dichoso destino. Pasaran la vida siempre queriendo sentir ese afecto, Preguntándose quien se lo negó... Pero el pecho de tu amante nunca recordara, Esos palpados y acaricias que se quedaran en tu piel. El amor de madre es singular. Solo se encuentras una vez en la vida...

“The sigh of the shifting sea... The kiss of the salt-sweet breeze... The white of her silken dress, strained in red... A memory fading fast... Her mother sits, eyes downcast... A torn uniform in hand, farewells unsaid... That once a certainty, lost in grief... A daughter’s desperate cries, unheard pleas... Forsaken, beaten, tried, on her knees... A prayer passes from her lips, Into her soul the Goddess Whispers: “A heartbeat without harmony, Is moonlight without dark... The heart seeketh equilibrium. With balance with your worry part... So still this broken melody, And therewith shoulder thee... One last step only leaving... An empty hearth down by the sea... An empty hearth down by the sea...”

When you’re having a discussion with a post modernist on why Duchamp’s pre fabrications are not art, and they jokingly say they love their work, you can just sit in it all day and think.

Rebecca Sugar

It’s over, isn’t it? - Rebecca Sugar I was fine with the men who would come into her life now and again. I was fine, cause I knew that they didn’t really matter until you... I was fine, when you came. And we fought like it was all some silly game over her, who’d she choose... after all those years I never thought I’d lose... It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it over? It’s over isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn't IT OVER? You won and she chose you, and she loved you and she’s gone. It's over isn’t it, why cant I move on? War and glory, reinvention, fusion... freedom, her attention. Out in daylight my potential... Bold, precise, experimental!... Who am I now in this world without her? Petty and dull with the nerve to doubt to her. What does it matter it’s already done? Now, I’ve got to be there for her son! It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it over? It’s over, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn't IT OVER? You won and she chose you, and she loved you and she’s gone! It's over isn’t it, why cant I move on?...

¡Los suspiros son aire y van al aire! ¡Las lágrimas son agua y van al mar! Dime, mujer, cuando el amor se olvida ¿sabes tú adónde va?

When people want to use you as a naked reference...