Photographs taken on a motorized equatorial mount (speed 1x), this is apt to follow the celestial objects at the same time that the Earth rotates, and on another alzimutal (Ox). Time stands still on his brother’s back, the space

ECU_015literatura y fotografía
Photographs taken on a motorized equatorial mount (speed 1x), this is apt to follow the celestial objects at the same time that the Earth rotates, and on another alzimutal (Ox). Time stands still on his brother’s back, the space

ECU_015optical atmospheric effects captured for a month in the city of merida, spain.

10 videos with photographs of un mes de color and music by juan carlos rodríguez, and the eleventh recorded with videos full hd


In Pintan Espadas they play neither the eight nor the nine; they do play the ace, from the two to the seven, the jack, the horse and the king. The Publications Department of the Diputación de Badajoz opens this space for a closed collection of ten numbers, following the suit of the Spanish deck, which includes visual and experimental works by different artists.
Designed by the poet Antonio Gómez, Pintan Espadas is a polysemous collection that jumps into the arena of the unconventional, which suggests the color of the party, the bullfighting sword as art and skill, never the sword of war and generals. The sword of the game, the playful creative, the painting and the line, the chance and the object. The visual, the representative, the word and the image are gathered in this festive series of colored colors where the artist, the sword, paints, writes, creates in the open round of his wit and, looking at the laying, ignites the criticism of the respectable.
Miguel Ángel Lama.
These photographs and some more, all of 2011, are in the Special “Indignados” of the newspaper Público, http://especiales.publico.es/en/indignados/. Here the author did not sign with his full name, he did not consider himself a photographer documenting 15M, but rather one of them who took photos of an overwhelming movement for having been able to congregate people of such different condition and age in squares of Spain and of the whole world.


If I have seen further, it is because I am sitting on the shoulders of giants’ shoulders, wrote Isaac Newton to Robert Hooke. The phrase is not original to Newton, and may in fact be a hidden invective dedicated to his interlocutor. As early as 1159 John of Salisbury wrote in his work Metalogicon: Bernard of Chartres said that we are like dwarfs on the shoulders of giants. We can see more, and farther than they, not because of any physical distinction of ours, but because we are elevated by their great height.
Authors like Poe, Borges, García Márquez, Cortázar or Juan Rulfo are the giants on whose shoulders a walkway has been formed with the twenty-four stories presented here, stories of this and other worlds, those we try to reach since we are human with questions, stories or religions in the perpetual crossing of a border with no way out. This route is the one that pretends to recreate this footbridge to scale, and it is hoped that the readers will enjoy as they cross the vertiginous structure that battalions of laborious and stubborn dwarfs raised leaning on golden beetles, paths that fork, planes of sleeping beauties, upside down nights, Luvinas: -What is it? -he said; “What is what? -He asked him; “That, that noise; “It’s the silence,” the builders were talking among themselves, still arguing and working, hanging over the abyss.
http://editoraregional.gobex.es/


I am here again, in this obscurity with words. Now, without you, I am darkness and I am words. This is way this novel begins, with the letter that Alejo writes to his distant beloved. The moment of writing the letter is the best in the days of the protagonist, occupied nearly completely, in the caring of the so numerous elderly and is also occupied in “rising” the tower in which they live. The Humanity eventually defeated Death, finding out the clue in the final moments of the decrepitude of people, who instead of dying, and after a short and transitory process, they live practically for ever. But some time ago a cosmic cataclysm stopped the earth rotation and its inhabitants have to re-create days and nights with the use of huge machinery that transports whole cities through the border-line between light and darkness to keep the circadian rithms, which their lives have been built with, do not collapse, not to be destroyed.
http://edicionesdelviento.es/libreria/es/viento-abierto/65-vertical.html
Interview in Libros y Literatura
Review by Raquel Arévalo