I absorbed the poet´s words

Absorbí las palabras del poeta.

Time jump,

circularity.

Ages coexist

to build knowledge.

Great steampunk ladies

your names were sent 

to the underground oblivion,

your inventions were boycotted

because of gender or nationality,

general lack of equality.

Yes, we know it 

Even with a superficial digging 

clear proof of your research 

are easy to be found.

Stealing another´s life´s work,

such a serious crime.

In the owl´s omnipresence  

those close up visions 

from the past

are now integrated 

in our internal language.

We can finally continue 

what you have started,

implementing a humanistic approach,

the feminine touch, 

the power of anticipation 

led by complementary principles.

Great steampunk ladies

your gathered visions of the future

build the strongest knowledge bridge 

in existence:

a complementary culture,

the culture of the living.

Monday of December,

organizing my budget 

and my to-do list

so I can prepare some 

special meals

with friends.

Frank Zappa's ¨Hot rats¨ is on 

and let's start the kitchen movement:

Bohemian snitzels coating done,

diverse filling prepared, as always.

Apples are chopped and spiced, 

their fresh juice, exquisite.

We forget about the daily strudel 

and will treat ourselves 

to a festive Bohemian apple cake.

non-bellic

Fantasy vs. Reality in the modern world. 

Towards a future without racism and xenophobia.

Curatorial approach - Comparative Literature, Culture and Arts

L´arbre là-bas 

fait une sorte d'ombre 

en dentelle, 

sur le béton.

____________________________________

En: 

The tree over there 

casts a kind of lacy shadow 

on concrete.

Cat: 

Crec que vaig entrar en el pixat.

Fou curt.

______________________

Ro:

Cred că am intrat în pișat.

Fu scurt.

Du hast mich gefragt 

und ich hab nichts gesagt.

______

Tu me preguntaste

y yo no dije nada.

- écrit par Paul Féval, chanté par Georges Brassens,

modifie par Oana Maroti au sujet d´inclusion sociale -

Gente, mucha, hablando varios idiomas,

aromas elevados de barbacoa

y música 

en cada gran esquina de la calle.

Barrios festivos,

encuentro de vecinos,

cualquiera puede ir.

Y pues he ido yo también.

Se me desplazaban las piernas 

como si no fueran mías. 

Bailaba bien, por fin.

Gente de todas edades 

hacían maravillas con su ritmo 

y yo los imitaba.