En el Taller de Escritura Creativa (ramonrochamonroy@gmail.com), insistimos en que la razón clasifica, conceptualiza, ordena y limpia todo lo que encuentra; pero la mayor parte de la mente está bajo el gobierno de la imaginación, "la loca de la casa", como la llamaba Santa Teresa de Jesús. Creo que lo entendió muy bien mi hija Camila, según se desprende de esta carta que acaba de enviarme:
¡Pa! Esta no es la vida real. Descubrí la verdadera realidad. Todos podemos alcanzarla, todos la hemos sentido, la hemos cuestionado. Los sueños suelen ser una de las muestras más claras de "la verdadera realidad"; cuando dices... "todo es un sueño", porque es IMPOSIBLE. Claro, imposible para la mente. Pero en realidad, es lo único genuinamente posible. Cuesta un huevo llegar, cuesta un huevo luchar por descubrir que esos parpadeos con imágenes imposibles, que se hacen presentes en rincones de la ciudad, en medio de las multitudes o en espacios infinitamente despejados, son posibles, existen y están ahí rodeándonos todo el tiempo.
Vivimos en medio de la verdadera realidad, que la realidad intelectual, putamente racional, no nos leaves fully enjoy. For this fact, dreaming is a waste of time to dream is unproductive. To be useful in this world you have to feed you and get to go. There no! The true reality does not make you a machine, you need not understand anything and time is an illusion. If you spend days enteeeeros to contemplate the sky, or a club mired in your little toe, or if you are captivated with the look of that black, that race, or if you get hung up with crap dancing in the street or you're making all the sounds, or noises, which are in the city and we'll put order to make music, you're wasting your time. Your senses are producing! You are alive more than ever, if only sorry!
Art is a means to the true reality, and do you have to have lived and understood better than anyone this intellectual reality. You must have known being a machine, and produce the same thing as thousands of people produce: and then realizing and feeling worthless, inferior, miserable, helpless, useless encumbrance, and to the edge. Start to feel, to live the life we \u200b\u200bhave banned who knows how long ago, and have enjoyed so little crazy, for daring to fight against the mind, too, and made love and feel mieeeeeeeerda shit! Just by being you feel me?
do not talk about life after death, or parallel lives. No need to die to get there. I have to get to booooorde, to explore, be understood with the mind, exactly how does this supposed life. Do not be sufficient to know! Desperate to feel!
My medium is the dance, my way, and I got to the point where you need not move to feel, to express. There will come a time when you do not need to dance, because everything is going to dance around me! I'll live. I feel ... "You have way too? Surely everyone has a different way to explain the mind, but there will always be the same. It's true true!
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