the soundtrack of my life.

me gusta creer que pienso visualmente. i like to believe that i think visually. —katalina silva

[katalinasilva]

Yet how superb, across the tumult braided, The painted rainbow's changeful life is bending, Now clearly drawn, dissolving now and faded, And evermore the showers of dew descending! Of human striving there's no symbol fuller: Consider, and it's easy comprehending – Life is not light, but the refracted color. —Faust II

[katalinasilva]

Uno confiesa sus crímenes, confiesa sus pecados, confiesa sus pensamientos y sus deseos, confiesa su pasado y sus sueños, confiesa su infancia; se confiesan las enfermedades y las miserias (...) en público y en privado, a los padres, a los educadores, al médico, a los que se ama; uno se hace a sí mismo, con placer y con dolor, confesiones imposibles a cualquier otro

Foucault (1976)

[katalinasilva]

The woman who could ‘draw’ music

One of electronica’s pioneers, Daphne Oram helped revolutionise music but remains surprisingly little known. A new play puts her offbeat life, and accomplishments, into the spotlight.

Daphne Oram, pionera de la música electrónica ayudó a dar forma a los sonidos ya las canciones que escuchamos hoy. En 1957, instaló el famoso taller de radio de la BBC. El mismo año, comenzó a trabajar en su máquina Oramics, que convirtió los gestos gráficos en música: imagina… el usuario podía "dibujar" los sonidos que deseaba oír. Oram consideraba que los seres humanos podemos ser como instrumentos, presentamos "un espectro completo de frecuencias de resonancia que nunca están en reposo, nunca en un estado estacionario, sino siempre somos vibrantes con tensión pulsante" —hasta las células y los átomos.

[katalinasilva]

10 the best Talk Talk, a playlist by Guardian Music on Spotify

A playlist featuring Talk Talk

a lovely music from a band that I enjoy for a lovely day in hard times

[anastasiatasou]

[menamarco]

[katalinasilva]

a un solo color

[thatkindofwoman]

My mother and I were driving together, some months past and she talked a bit about human memory. Specifically how your, my, our, memories as we remember them are most likely false. That in fact over time, we seem to continue to fill the gaps in the memory with more falsehoods until finally we are in fact living in the fiction in which we have convinced ourself is a memory. 

Imagine. 

Everything you think has happened, maybe even now you recall something, is probably just even a tiny bit different than you remembered shortly after it happened. Altered by you, by time, by experience, by bitterness, by happiness. 

To think. 

He or she doesn’t remember the same way, and I don’t remember that way, or even the way we may have thought or remembered it days, months, and now years later. 

I don’t feel so bad about not remembering things, because then I’m not tricking myself, or forcing myself to remember. Instead, I’m learning not to catalog, or recreate. Instead, just ride the present. Wrangle it, claim it, and enjoy it. 

[katalinasilva]

Ella había vivido algo hermoso y él no lo había vivido con ella

La insoportable levedad del ser

[katalinasilva]

calma, ven a mi.

[katalinasilva]

Edificio Valencia, y sus sombras en la tipografía. Calle 4ta. entre Mutualismo y 5 de Mayo 

[katalinasilva]

NYC, another life. Music: No Ceiling, Eddie Vedder.

[katalinasilva]

“Do you fall in love often? Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.”

[katalinasilva]

[katalinasilva]

roar 

[katalinasilva]

Empieza por el principio –dijo el Rey con gravedad– y sigue hasta llegar al final; allí te paras.

Alicia en el país de las maravillas.

[hulu]

[katalinasilva]

ok, let´s fly #2014

[katalinasilva]

Toyota Crown 1971