Watching you, I can not see you

Several occasions the cinema surprises me with films which trap the aspects from the real life, there where real life is dark, even hidden. In our temporal days, exact hours count the activities, the plans, if there are any; time is a guardian in the prison.
An essay about
Cinema rescue to the spectator and take him/her to the place where no time may do any erosion, keeping outside the elements which allow that a new film is born, let’s attend to the artistic material once finished, just considerations from a nice room where friends are meeting, eating, drinking, talking, looking at the screen, having pleasure in what Lauren Bacall says to Tom, or the way Bogart smokes in a mysterious way where the cigarette never get consumed.

I have seen (things that you mortal never believed…!) thousands times this Blade Runner, and I have given up imagining myself another futurist landscape.
These are eternal moments, and you do not need to tell anybody what is so obvious, these are moments made to last, artistically piece of the last age, where we are now.
Exactly as the male and its picture both are forever known, what is called fame, and the opera and the compositor, also, have their place in the most important human’s facts.

The EYE is the MUSEUM of the FILM, and that is why we will never forget Paris, from Casablanca, is not it?
And these moments will not be lost in time…like tears in the rain.

Thinking in the future like if it was possible to be recreated, like if my wishes and by myself only, the time which it is coming soon or later, better sooner than later, was susceptible of being drawn with the hand.
The fever of the novelty, as can be called, I will try to writte clearly: the fear to be disappearing without realizing it, like in those Return to the future where the young Michael J. Fox, Martin, see how the whole photograph which is hanging up, begin to evaporate. It is the Instantaneous photograph.

This quality if trapping an instant which disappear again and again, is called virtual reality.

Reality is what you can touch with the hands; says Kleinman, Woody Allen in The Death, also, let’s get shocked with Matrix, funny experience. What about if what your hand is not real but it seems like if it was?
In some cases the medicine uses this virtual quality to operate in those zones where the risk is high.
In someway, if the future could be just virtual…to operate in those zones where the risk is high…
But in fact, virtual is not any novelty. Aristotle spoke about Virtud (sic) and Virtud.
It seems to virtual….virtuoso, virtual…I am pretty sure this makes sense.
It makes sense for nothing probably except because the Eye and the Hand are present also in a number of religions or sects for making a divinity sense.
But it makes less sense to take small details and anecdotes which still are there.
We have seen that the details stop the tales that is enough.
Taking a look to a town lost in the hills, where? Of course, hills lost in a lost town, where the language is not Spanish but an original language which lives in the small communities, like this one, and where the life is a privilege itself, where just one day except the sacred Sunday, the children work like their fathers in the mine, and they do not use a technological equipment but the little hands and the good or bad luck to escape from the big stones which fall from the depth of the cavern, making a damned noise, taking the laughs of the children and there is nothing more to say because it is too much sympathy for something which is horrible. In this town there is a totem, whose name is like Fernandito, or a short Spanish name…and the quality is that in the name of that god, the hopes are lighted on by a man who speaks about Virgin Mary and all the saints, he respects the fact of the local superstition, who do not make distinction between a sect and other credo.

What is the impact of the virtual technology over this little town? There is no impact.
Progress and technical progress are great…but in the other hand I can not forget the human rights and more than that the human lives.
Let’s apply technology like this:
We built a town far away from the mine, and the technology will be used in marvellous artefacts which will take out the precious stones instead of the precious lives.
Technology is used in benefit or it will not be more, we can say also.
And ideology is something that can be thousands times removed so that will be the challenge.
The ideology is not the religion, is not the power, either the society, but it is here, present and now, operating like a virtual, spectral sequence of film. All the noise from pop music, from popular music, from soundtracks, from moods and emotions on the everyday TV series, is being masked and cooked and boiled and served and expected to be eaten with hunger, with addiction, then the animal will be waiting another day his owner’s voice. But who is the owner? Who is in the background?

In a hidden town where only one television machine is shared for all the families, and where the language is still the original one, besides the Spanish, what would happen is they in spite of the risk of the mine they also has to be expecting like TV consumers like all of us, the new chapter, the newest pop music? What would they do with themselves, if they knew what we know from the screen of TV?
They are in such a state of poverty that they can not make anything with our terminal illness, consuming as much as you can.
Taking as much as you can, it is a formulae which only grows in abundant zones, there where the children eat five times per day, luxurious sweets, from the shop of the corner.
Is this a kind of ideology that we share, and we will share?
Is there anyone who gets out of this? What did you do? Stop the emission?

A Winter Tale


We were walking down the bridge, while the day cried to finish, a day in the season of winter. The seagulls spoke in their language, and so we did, funny and happy again to be together, my Danish friend and me. Vikings are just in my imagination.
You can not say anyone that your beliefs belong to the ancient age, sometimes you wish to confess yourself, but maybe, it is something too personal, too strange to explain.
But Vikings are alive, I can swear it, and in the city of Copenhagen I have found many of them, running for the hunt, eating a kebab, looking at the small children playing on the grass. They lived near the Sea, in one of those modern houses built on Amager Beach, those places in stones, where keeping the bicycle or just keeping safe if it rains.
Passing the bridge my friend and me, we took different ways; he was radiant and nervous, because the next day he would begin his new job, he returned home.
One of the most interesting things travelling to Denmark, is giving a chance to the Danish, and so, be near of their real lives, it is better for oneself also; This is not an advice for anybody, not exactly, but with time, I have discovered that all my prejudges pushed me to the bottom of the intelligence, all the false ideas around a national character break completely and suddenly you recognize some stupid beliefs in your imaginary. One of them, Danish people is cold, closed, boring.
As most of the time I am looking for the steps of the Vikings, I stay apart of the world, and maybe me too, I pretend to be cold, closed and boring.

I was lucky last weekend. Well, first, I had not seen any troll or gnome, camping in the garden. Nor leprechauns, or speaking insects, insects from Spain, following the tale they keep the souls of people.
Seven o clock in the morning, and I wake up in a little house near the beach, in Amagerbro Street. I read about trolls, they are not always friendly with bad neighbours.
Seven forty, and I still had not seen any troll.

Time ago, long time ago, the city had another mask. It was a commercial harbour. Barrels of beer, wood, came from other harbours which all together formed the Hans League. Now none of these sailors knows the old songs, but still, when in the afternoon I walk through the port, something in the architecture
makes me think about old fashioned landscapes. Maybe, it is a landscape from fiction, from some films, or some evocative books.
The Channel is not longer or shorter than what I expected; I listened to many comments before my arrival: Copenhagen is like Venice… like Venice! There is freedom to give an opinion, sure. The channels do not transport any boats or passengers, only and rarely,
I have seen a tourist ship, softly sailing.
Those human troubled as stress, traffic and “psycho nervous”, are unknown because they are busy learning the patience, the solidarity, or elemental courtesy.
Which city do you know for cycling? Has it got also an exclusive way for bicycles?
Are you sure? Copenhagen is the most representative city in Europe in this topic, pure numbers.

You would go to Paris if you fell in love, would not you? Or you would travel to Berlin if you look for a night experience, or hyper super modern art.
Who tries Copenhagen? Who is going to fly over France, leaving back Germany, crossing the clouds?


My friends worked in a coffee place, so I have spent so much time speaking and looking by the window. Inside, each table has .at least two elements: a candle, and a design, the Danish design. While candles bright, the colours look like special. It is addictive, but it is so expensive, in money and time. Two days ago it snowed, and I run to one of these coffee places, near the Harbour. It snowed and snowed, my friends looked up to the sky, their faces were so exciting, it was snow falling from the sky. It is only ice. But it is easy to understand why I spend money and time in one of these tables with candles and hot cups of coffee. Everyone goes there, native and strangers. Everyone loves the snow in Copenhagen.

UR

The CSIC, has discovered a new city in Syria, an old Byzantine found, where there have been discovered many objects from the personal life. It could be, as it seems by the archaeologists, one of the oldest cities in the whole world.
It is placed in Tall Humeada, in the left blend of the river Euphrates.
.It would belong to the same period of Urak, Iraq, one of the first cities in the History.

Mossé: Pericles

Two years later of the publication in France, Espasa has edited a new biography about Claude Mossé, a teacher at the Paris VIII University, and also writer about almost twenty books inspired in the Old Greece.
Pericles and his invent of the democracy.
It is not easy, because there is not too much known about Pericles, he was born in 495 A.C, and he was died in 429 A.C. It has been told about him: “a serene man, rational and passionate”.
Inside this book, there are together Pericles, Fidias the sculptor, Heródoto the historicist, Protágoras the philosopher, and the dramaturges Sophocles and Euripides.
The action is obviously situated in Athens.
Mossé treats the public profile of Pericles, like an advanced man with the public responsibilities, by family reasons, but who also knows a lot in this field.

Garbage

The presence and capacity of the MEDIA in the is accompanied naturally of the development of the newest skills of persuasion, promotion and marketing. Such skills presented like of last generation and defined like "spin" or "garbage", are thought for public "deaf", images, color, blows of light and movement developed for peoples who

" do not hear, do not listen, do not deal and they are not interested in it".

Those who can use them in conditions to break the essence itself of the new democracy, the individual capacity of decision, falsifying the first one of the premises, the sufficient information in order that this decision could take place. Because of it, the right to be sufficient and objectively informed, the right to the knowledge will be the main freedom for that the civil society will have to fight in the next decades...

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