MIND CRACK

Visual Artist / Courious eye / Storyteller

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Siento que está llegando. Eso que a veces sucede. Eso que se empeña en demostrarnos que nada es muy muy largo. Está llegando y me encuentro desprevenida. Se anuncia así, como el aleteo de mil mariposas. Brenda R.

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Noche. Brenda R.

Estaba de espaldas a una gran estructura metálica.

-Dicen que el cielo es más oscuro justo antes de amanecer-

Así, casi inmóvil, imaginaba líneas que cruzaban mi cabeza,

miraba fijamente hacia enfrente, como si el cielo me empujara la espalda.

El lugar estaba en completo silencio,

excepto por el lejano azote de unos cables que flagelaban el tiempo.

-Pronto va amanecer-

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Arriesgas tu vida al nacer. Certero. No hay duda. Nacemos para morir. Pero mientras tanto, vivimos.

Te expulsan del útero, llegas envuelto en llanto, tu primer trauma, un momento de alegría para el mundo.

Aquí está tu mundo, bienvenido: … por donde empezar?

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“En sus vientres traen un canto antiguo y una esperanza gestante. Las mujeres vienen pariendo estrellas a este tiempo tan hambriento de luz”. (Texto: Ada Luz Márquez. Foto: Brenda Rosete)

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Pero ya dicen que los tiempos complicados, dan la mejor excusa para ser creativos.

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Empezando el año con un poco de paz mental, momentánea y fugaz. 

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De la serie: Soy fotógrafa de photo booth y me gustan las tipografías del internet.

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There is one thing that I love the most about being the new girl on the bloc, and that is: to discover the city under my own terms. Recently I have been wandering around hidden lanes, obscure streets, avoiding the crowd. Following  with no direction —pure insctinct—, once I find an interesting place I stare at it while I listen to some music. I must say this is becoming a ritual. A ritual of recognition and adaptation, which I will love to talk about further in other post.

♫ Woodkid - Where I Live

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Loving you!

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New project coming soon. www.brendarosete.com #photography #women #moon

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Lo que a veces no vemos al tener tres puertas casi idénticas enfrente.

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Lovs

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Finding that peace in the meow of movement. Bach and eternal Allure... in just one life!  I placed my left foot into the waiting jaws of the sack with some semblance around sand... All in black and white ... slowly turning real blue like Elvis in frozen suede shoes... The ship of life is dripping with blood-stained dew. This poem's going the wrong direction, please cut... but anatomically-correct, s'il vous plaît. All have declare: time must go through heart.

Photo & text by Brenda Rosete © 

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one dog and laughs... is this one end!? dog one the beach? my secluded. war ants into it by wise, even love, Oh, grasp between the chosen human with the life we want to live. As when you ponder: mow the yard? or iced tea and a fan? Dare I eat it? Yo! Yo! Becuase gods have no pity on those borne when history began! but you eat it like you... What rhymes with laughing? Barfing or scarffing, and lo! there's giraffing!

Photo & text by Brenda Rosete  ©

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Might this reconstruction be just a bunch of blather. It's a wee little bunny I cought in a snare. We cannot go back in time they say, but... I'm a Boogah, You're a Boogah, We Are Boogahs, all. While blackly rocks boil with languid summer rain. All this pointless waste of air. Don't breathe! Born to be is just like you slushed blue guru.

And this... this is pure reconstruction.

Moving image unknown source. Text by Brenda Rosete©

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The meaning of a box, that meaning The Zelter triumphant arm, heelcallus shiver, dark Antigua felled malt-o-meal sadness sing, promise this while was anddin-din deeply. The said as "when the turtles came to an eternal end!" like the smell of trout in my pajamas boogy woogy in the palace...but nothing's easy. Out of the blue came the bare bevels and the filamentary corpuscles have all exploded. Now if you'll excuse me I must say I will always have a PLAN B.

Moving image unknown source. Text by Brenda Rosete©

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and so... october begins.