Jacobo
 
A work of reverberation, an essay in improvisation, writings in vinyl fixates friendship emulsions, repetition activates echoes of fraternal telepathy in fields where five bodies must find a possible language, a poetical murmur.

Walter benjamin let’s us know that humans listen to birds, but have the least idea of what they may be speaking, nature makes us remember that the universe has a voice, but we have forgotten it’s smile being deaf to it’s symphonies.

Believing that the human body before culture was animal, a being of the universe; acquiring culture forces distance, the birth of a multi-verse, that with no thought historically inscribes strokes of destruction with which today we end our cultural production: a poetical creation?, destruction is the end? the goal?, or beginning?, but never life, not even death; which makes us wonder, what is alive?, why do i live? do i live? or simply exist? an intrinsic need to expose the concept of life, of what is alive; that intrinsic need to recall somethi