Obstruct the entrance. Close
space.
Lock the door.
establish a new measure between the wall and us. Becoming
slowly, very slowly, three times slower. Top
the top to see the empty hallways, the earth, far
blocked the memory of our barbaric deed.
Art has died and his shadow lingers as a balm for the sick
sacred.
Everything is soft and dangerous as a flood. Becoming
slowly, very slowly, three times slower. Slow
like a flood. Slow like a dream.
(Paris, 1990)
Jaume Plensa: Shadows and texts, 1990-2007. Galaxia Gutenberg, 2008
(Reading these days: Piglia, Burroughs, Twelve, Kropotkin has led me Piglia-Gascón, and magazines and Plensa, and Plensa: Plensa question helps me also to breath - these days so exhaustingly doomed to almost pathological hyperactivity - and do not speak of others)
The photo comes from: http://artnationpty.wordpress.com/2010/05/04/allegro-galeria-presenta-ciclo- de-artists-of-s-xxi /
Luisa
Miñana 
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