"i am, i am him. but i am, firstly i am, and i will defend being i until i can no more. atalia, i am." hopscotch, by julio cortzar."for i am the first and the last. i am the honored and the scorned, i am the sinner and the holy one. i am the wife and the virgin. i am the mother and the daughter. i am foolish and i am wise. i am she who is weak, and i am well in pleasure of place." from 'thunder perfect mind,' author unknown -- 3rd century c.e."take my ankles in your hands / or roses / mysterious, inviting solution, like a dream." ava, by carole maso. havasu river, havasupai reservation."no. no quiero." monica."fallen goddess--without equivocation. risen in the laughter of my new dream." diana."soft you now. the fair ophelia approaches." hamlet."so? what's your point?""i am not telling you any of my secrets.""llega un momento cerca del amanecer cuando toda memoria se apodera de mi. los tulipanes de luciernaga que me regalaste seguian en mis manos cuando me dormi." helena, in conversation."a moment comes near dawn when all memory takes hold of me. the firefly tulips you brought me were still in my hands when i fell asleep." helena, in conversation."paint the earth on me." catalina."a persistent weight of weightlessness. not forever, but for now." ava, by carole maso."perhaps, little one." danae"Quisiera decir algo que le devolviera a un hombre la vida, quisiera decir algo que matara a un hombre de amor." "i'd want to say something that would give life back to a man, i'd want to say something that would kill a man with love." angela. la candelaria, santa fe de bogota.de qué sirve saber o creer saber que cada camino es falso?" angela."something got me started." simply red."ain't got nothing on those feelings that i had." simply red."your gaze betrays you. something about your mouth. the nearness.""rouge is the color of my heart.""i'll give it all up for you." simply red."dont go," she said. "as if the wind couldnt hold my wings.""really!?""slow-dancing with a one-arm gal." t. coraghessan boyle."grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is exhausting for children to have to provide explanations over and over again." le petit prince, antoine de saint-exupéry. child helping mom prepare for feria de flores (flower festival), santa helena, colombia."and every gate sets you free." wupatki ruins, 12th century -- arizona.sidharta gautama (aka siete), in suspended animation under my orchid leaf, awaiting third birth in a single lifetime.sidharta gautama, moments after emerging from his chrysalid in my apartment. i took him downstairs and released him in forest behind my building. he stayed put a long time atop a plantain leaf, mugging for seven videos. and then, with one leap he flew for the first time as if he had known flight... flew a couple of dozen feet above the ground, skipping and sashaying the air for a hundred yards before vanishing into the forest."when i close my eyes, hanging here in electric-blue dreams, i am the man caring for me, an aurelian, and moments later... the lover he is yet to meet. i lay him naked across my unborn wings."paola saluting the sun at guatape lagoon. the andes, colombia. land of "el dorado.""there, there. gently. gently." on assigment for SoHo magazine, "the autumn of transvestites.""he was my life," ignacio (aka la nacha) said, when i asked whose portrait it was on the 50-plus year-old, hand-painted photograph above his bed of a beautiful man in his twenties. on assigment for SoHo magazine, "the autumn of transvestites.""what do you see?" i asked. "i see your heart." petia, in conversation."yet i have slept with beauty / in my own weird way / and i have made a hungry scene or two / with beauty in my bed." attributed to ferlinghetti, in hopscotch, by julio cortazar. (excerpt)."to form these words / beautiful lost things." ava, by carole maso. (on assignment for SoHo magazine)."by the time the utter predictability of my orgasm sank into my brain, it had, of course, long been familiar to my body. it was not a matter of insatiability but of inevitability of response. he did what he did and then i always, inevitably, finally came. only the preludes varied. elizabeth macneill. (on assignment for SoHo magazine)."all i have, danilo says, is this notebook. and you / i wrote you one hundred love letters, at least / our unstoppable bodies." ava, by carole maso. (on assignment for SoHo magazine)."ato mou ikkai dake."..."her blue & yellow butterflies follow me everywhere, coloring everything, then rest on my balcony's orchids while i dream on rainy evenings.""in colombia, if they are going to kill you, it will be a child who is sent to kill you." twenty-two year-old ex-hitman, who began killing for hire at age 13. on assignment for SoHo magazine. medellin, colombia--2007.self-portrait, white sands, nm--oct 2006.martha. under the brooklyn queens expressway--2006. meditations on being: women series (work in progress).diana. parque explora. medellin, colombia--2007. meditations on being: women series (work in progress).catalina. fisabad river, antioquia, colombia--2007. meditations on being: women series (work in progress).jen. tucson, arizona--2006. meditations on being: women series (work in progress).mariah isabel & jen. tucson, arizona--2006. meditations on being: women series (work in progress).sandra. la calera, cundinamarca, colombia--2007. meditations on being: women series (work in progress).kate. tucson, arizona--2006. meditations on being: women series (work in progress).niina. tucson, arizona--2006. meditations on being: women series (work in progress).
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'surfaces: emergence' series. for shannon kavanaugh (ravenheart) -- oct 2005. www.marcoaureliophoto.com.'if you realize the emptiness of all things, compassion will arise from within your heart. if you lose all differentiations between yourselves and others, fit to serve others you will be. peace is at the heart of all.' from the 'emptiness of all things' by milarepa. self-portrait, white sands, nm.and in this life i am free. self-portrait, white sands, new mexico -- 2006. meditations on being: aequilibrium est series -- work in progress.badwater, death valley, nevada @ dawn, 2005. 282 feet (86 m) below sea level. bearing to the center of the earth. self-portrait, meditations on being: aequilibrium est series -- work in progress.white sands, new mexico, oct 2006. bearing east to nyc. self-portrait, meditations on being: aequilibrium est series -- work in progress.painted desert, arizona, 2006. bearing east to new york city. self-portrait, meditations on being: aequilibrium est series -- work in progress.valley of fires, new mexico, 2006. bearing east to new york city, on way to medellin. self-portrait, meditations on being: aequilibrium est series -- work in progress.sea of cortez, mexico, 2006. self-portrait, meditations on being: aequilibrium est series -- work in progress.hah hahye hahye aye hahye/om maam na pum imjya/ kothbiro/ke luru do ketaa-lha/om maam pum imjya/kothbiro/ke luru do ketaa-lha. kothbiro (the rain is coming), ayub ogada. self-portrait, el salao lake, antioquia, colombia--2007."dame mas bien tus palabras al amanecer. tus manos. tu memoria.""you gave me hyacinths first a year ago; they called me the hyacinth girl -- yet when we came back, later, your arms full, and your hair wet, i could not speak." the wasteland, by t.s. eliot."te dire lo que siento...""the fire of loneliness inside me on sunday eves." stephanie"dont tell me you love me. you know, poppies will be here in the spring." joha."you dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do." rumiPARA LEER EN FORMA INTERROGATIVA // Has visto verdaderamente has visto la nieve los astros los pasos afelpados de la brisa Has tocado de verdad has tocado el plato el pan la cara de esa mujer que tanto amas Has vivido como un golpe en la frente el instante el jadeo la caida la fuga Has sabido con cada poro de la piel sabido que tus ojos tus manos tu sexo tu blando corazon habia que tirarlos habia que llorarlos habia que inventarlos otra vez. --Julio Cortazar"and if I listen in, i can hear my own heart beating." juana & diana @ medellin's dawn.(i beg your pardon if this interpretation murders the poem during my translation) to be read in a questioning tone ----- have you seen/have you truly seen / the snow the stars the velvet steps of the wind/have you touched / have you truly touched / the dinnerplate the bread the face of the lover you so much love / have you lived / like a punch in your face / the moment / the panting / the fall / the escape / have you known / with each pore of the skin / known / that your eyes your hands your sex your soft heart / had to be thrown away / had to be wept / had to be invented again. --- julio cortazar."creà escuchar algo y sin embargo... era el eco de mis pasos en el callejón." angela."no voy a correr por que donde quiera que vaya no podre escapar de mi misma." angela. "i wont run because wherever i go i wont be able to run from myself." www.myspace.com/angelatierrez"my soul is a cloud-forest, with scents of pine and moss. sometimes i light a bonfire in honor of a good memory." angela."i walked through the door of the house of my childhood, walked out the back-door and into the cobble-stone street of my womanhood. only scents remain in me. but they are not enough." www.myspace.com/angelatierrez"i want to stay with you night and day. it's okay when you lay, lay your body next to mine." simply red."dont be afraid to touch me. let's be real. there's nothing wrong with the way you're carrying on." simply red. jazz @ smalls -- manhattan."easy..." jazz @ smalls--manhattan."para atras, ni para coger impulso." martha, the woman who gave me life. under the brooklyn-queens expressway. williamsburg, brooklyn--dec 2006."sharon's fugue in emerald: sunday new york times at lorimer street subway station." manhattan."the sunrise in the window. words unwilling to leave my body." on assignment for SoHo magazine."soft you now.""mirror, mirror.""the grasses of africa swell under my paws when i dream. if only i were a woman..." chiquita -- circo americano; monte libano, colombia."and if i were a clown..."circo americano. cordoba, colombia--2007."i am very fond of sunsets. come, let us go look at a sunset..." le petit prince, antoine de saint-exupéry. children @ santa helena on eve of feria de flores (flower festival). antioquia, colombia."what is essential is invisible to the eye." fox to little prince, antoine de saint-exupéry. lola leading @ sea of cortes."my immaculate dream. made breath and skin." duran duran. sea of cortez, mexico."a winged man misses the earth." la ciudad de la furia, by soda estereo. chrysler building's eagle gargoyles @ lexington ave, manhattan."every road leads to the self." sand storm up ahead -- north-east arizona.cpl. julian a. ramon, 22, killed-in-action July 20, 2006 while conducting combat operations in al anbar province, iraq. awarded purple heart. assigned to 3rd battalion, 8th marine regiment, 2nd marine division, II marine expeditionary force, camp lejeune, n.c. my cousin."all the fear has left me now." sarah mclachlan. raven over coffee-pot mountain--sedona, arizona."follow your heart... regardless." badwater, death valley @ dawn, nevada--2005. 282 feet (86 m) below sea level. self-portrait, meditations on being: aequilibrium est series -- work in progress. behind-the-scenes, shot set-up.sel-genesis. swimming @ 1am under a full-moon in rio claro natural reserve (the andes), antioquia, colombia--2008. self-portrait. 45 second-exposure."Untranslatable into words, I chose my home in what is now, In things of this world, which exist and, for that reason, delight us: Nakedness of women on the beach, coppery cones of their breasts, Hibiscus, alamanda, a red lily, devouring With my eyes, lips, tongue, the guava juice, the juice of la prune de Cythère, Rum with ice and syrup, lianas-orchids In a rain forest, where trees stand on the stilts of their roots." Conversation with Jeanne (excerpt), by Czeslaw Milosz. white sands, new mexico. self-portrait, meditations on being: aequilibrium est series (work in progress)."he winked, and i never saw him again. the day brings new bloomings for me--the ecstasy." lola."stillness is a song in my heart." juliana."hortensias kept me waiting for you."(i beg your pardon if this interpretation murders the poem during my translation) to be read in a questioning tone ----- have you seen / have you truly seen / the snow the stars the velvet steps of the wind / have you touched / have you truly touched / the dinnerplate the bread the face of the lover you so much love / have you lived / like a punch in your face / the moment/the panting / the fall / the escape / have you known / with each pore of the skin / known / that your eyes your hands your sex your soft heart / had to be thrown away / had to be wept / had to be invented again. --- julio cortazar"tengo una huella perdida entre tu sombra y la mÃa, que no me deja mentir. tengo una frase colgada, entre mi boca y mi almohada, que me desnuda ante ti." unknown author.blind-fold my heart why dont you...i long to meet sentient beings of substance, sister moons, brother suns, and fallen goddesses in search of redemption. my reason for being? to exist, and to do so beyond the thresholds of the concept. to feel alive at every moment. to walk in the night with friends at my side and a smile in my hands. to give myself to au je ne se quois joie de vivre por que de repente estoy bebiendo el elixir puro de la existencia.portrait night @ galeria. light installations by wolf tirado.