Tag Archives: Rock

@ Mayonez on Friday

  I don’t know if the water knows how it will make its way to the sea. I don’t know if the road knows that I run over it. I don’t know if the trees know that I breathe their breath.   I invite you, for a moment, to imagine yourself positioned outside of anthropocentricContinue reading “@ Mayonez on Friday”

My dirty little secret

I am compelled to confess, to the ever-listening ear of the Internet, the most frequented of confessionals, that I prefer, deeply, wildly and guiltily the frenetic moment of the rock gig to the to the rarefied pleasure of the art event. Which is just fine if you are not an artist, but is I feel,Continue reading “My dirty little secret”