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Crossing Over (2011)

The death of the mother. Forcefulness of no return time or countdown, same time and space and the border of two ways of understanding the inevitable.

 

There are more lights than we can see and memory not only preserves, transform the world into a new essence that throbs mainly hope.

 

There is no more memory than the memory in inks and paper, the cycle of our history and transformed into processed hourglass marking the time of death.

 

At one point, we were all kids, all we said what we thought simply, without pretense to express our truth.

 

We walked on either side of a line, and watch us between eternity and unchanging human nature, and what we can not understand that will stay that way, waiting for our last look so intensely alive as the first.

 

Seasonal work presented at the Salon de Danza UNAM.

 

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