Manifesto postbarroca experience.
We are in the exact millisecond that the creation of the universe is brewing. Different forces and energies are configured to cause the desired instantaneous birth and subsequent spread to its most unthinkable corners. From the most palpable essence of our existence to the darkest corners of the possible in any spacetime.
We arrived at the extremes of our planet and nature becomes more strange for beings who live on the edge of the tropical exoticism, but these extremes lie the perfect places, home hidden spaces in our database operations so abused and vilified; consequently those incomprehensible occult forces are those that give balance to our existence, and so refuse.
The human race penetrates installed, floods, infects and finally, in one way or another adapts to its environment, receives the vibration that emanates be provided by its energy.
Polar Energy, all that comes close to this reality, your mind is another, not even learn, internalize your spirit being is a cold, calculating, calm, but human nature does not allow you to take possession of this control you want to exercise over you.
There is always a variable in the system that allows life, society be perfect, invulnerable bodies, where everything works perfectly without any fault … at fault meaning everything we build resides our ingenious minds as reality or as a whole which we cling as fearful ticks empty.
And what about humans? When your world is wrapped in perfect your soul does not support it and prefers to force this nonsense everything is done, everything is predestined, there is nothing else to think about, you can easily reach the conclusion that there is some interest in this space, so “Goodbye Boys” continue wasting my time here, I offer some of my oxygen that they really do not need it. I’ll walk around the vortex I think there are more interesting things in some hidden this dimension quadrant … I say not to stay but to go to the next floor, where this perception is just a chistecillo babies, diapers and good otherwise inconsistency materialize as suitable as an amazing arrangement letters.
Just as arrangements “excovenante” disappeared Sverd, stuck between the theatricality of Baroque performances, burlesque, exaggeration and interlacing some notes using the keyboard that make us feel the deepest cold of land where the universe converges on our floor, a northern lights that never seems to end and decomposes in many bright spots in the sky, it seems that we were to escape gravity, irrefutable law of sacred science. But the mind is out of reach, always has been. Only adore to avoid the responsibility to be free … free indeed.
An opera of the constellations where dementia allows notes that evoke allegories and litanies commemorating also lives among us evil, but this opera stands from beyond, from its incomprehensible peninsulas join. A creation of a new universe where the split need to become one with our work involves us in an unhealthy ode to all those forces of the universe do not yet know, just believe that envision from our quiet, static mind, asleep under the veil of our low vision.
And finally we are at the point at which merge into a pagan masterful symphony: past, present and future. Everyone is there in that sea of orchestrated sounds, as we absorb the vortex again, again and again, over the years, back to the past to travel to the future, the principle of the future, there will not be returning soon or maybe yes, maybe we continue on this journey in constant time, demonstrating that there are no limits, just have to seize the moment where we find the folds, there will exit, but really are an infinite number of entries.
PS .: Dedicated to all those who taught us to listen, because listening is not only perceive, is also created.
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