August 26, 2015
KNIGHTS OF THE FREE SPIRITS*****
FUNDRAISER- WE NEED YOUR SUPPORT FOR THE CREATION OF THE FREEDOM TEMPLE- a 7 meters high multi-media sculpture-temple-to be presented in one of oldest plaza of Mexico city in october 2015- public art installation to offer 7 minutes of freedom to everyone- SERIE OF 9 PAINTINGS FREEDOM KITES- 51CMX36CM each on arches paper- 2000$us each- worldwide shipping included ----********************** *************************
August 19, 2015
THE DANCE OF THE BLESSED SPIRITS-VENUS EROTICA

August 18, 2015
THE DANCE OF THE BLESSED SPIRITS
studio - la bohemia in exile- mexico city- calle bolivar
August 18, 2015
CUT-UP NO.5- *
FAITHLESS CHILD- I SHOUT AT YOUR  DARK SKIN
MAD OF THE PLEASURE-
UNDER YOUR DRESS MY HAND IN CLAY
I SWALLOW  SHADOW MASK-CHINESE EYES
YOU MADE ME INVISIBLE- VOICELESS FINGERS ON
AMADEO-AMADEO-
THERE WAS NO GHOST TO REMEMBER
YOU HAVE DROWNED A THOUSAND LOVERS AT DAWN
THROUGH A CHINESE FAN- HER VOICE ECHO OF DEATH
ASHES OF PAIN AND JOY- I PRAY THE AMERICAN NIGHT
CHARMING IN ESCAPE- FOREVER IN EXILE
WAR- PEACE- WAR - PEACE
RUNNING INTO SWANLAKE- 
EVERYONE IS A SNAKE OF LIGHT
YOU BECOME A VENUS - A SEASHELL EXPLODING
FRAGILE WINDS TRAPPED IN A STAIRCASE
IT'S THE END OF IVORY- A BLACK BIRD CRIES
IT'S THE END OF POETRY - A WHITE WHALE DIES

WE HAVE TURNED YOUR FANTASY INTO DESIRE

mexico city- at la bohemia in exile ( lsd art session)
August 17, 2015
LA BOHEMIA IN EXILE-MEXICO CITY -***
the dance of the blessed spirits- sessions
August 13, 2015
CEMETERY OF SOUNDS 2
i carry a song of nina simone to the cemetery of sound- 62 cm x 80 cm- created at the palace of bones of Sumitra in sao paulo in 2014- on arches paper
August 13, 2015
CEMETERY OF SOUNDS 1
i carry a song of nina simone to the cemetery of sound- 62 cm x 80 cm- created at the palace of bones of Sumitra in sao paulo in 2014- on arches paper
August 10, 2015
TEMPLO DE LA LIBERTAD- ( DRAGON VERSION)
acrylic, ink , mica powder and glossy varnish on hand made amate paper,, channeled in mexico city, summer 2015, 125 cm x 260 cm ,
August 9, 2015
THE DANCE OF THE BLESSED SPIRTS-STUDY
August 9, 2015
THE DANCE OF THE BLESSED SPIRITS-STUDY
channeled in mexico city with the secret energy of wachuma-
August 5, 2015
THE DANCE OF THE BLESSED SPIRITS-STUDY
created whIle listening for the first time the ONE HOUR haunting-romantic-mysterious piece of music- INTERNAL FLIGHT BY ESTAS TONNE
August 3, 2015
KNIGHTS OF THE FREE SPIRITS
numero 10-11 and 12- channeled in mexico city at la bohemia in exile- summer 2015- 100cm x 36 cm each- acrylic ink on arches  paper.
August 1, 2015
JOURNALS- 2015

I’ll never remember, I’ll never travel back to my memory

I am always gone. I am always into, over,

Under. I saw it coming. So many charms.

So many poems. I am blinded by the fire.

I am a forgotten unwritten poem.

Ill never grow, ill never learn.

I’ll embrace destruction, furious creation

I am the lover of emergency exits

Never goodbyes. Free from happy ends.  Free from ends.

Free from waiting for beauty to be. Never in line, never waiting.

I am in between flower and fruit-the power of fascination-

I wish I cannot hear, I wish I cannot find my way

I wish I am just two hands.  I wish I am a brush to travel on your skin-

I am like the sea. I embrace all my enemies.

I am like the tides you cannot alter me,

I seek no salvation- I search for the highest.

August 1, 2015
SKETCHBOOK-LAGUNILLA
book found at mercado de la lagunilla- sketchbook- mexico city- 
August 21, 2014
GUERNICA BEAUTY SALON
cut-out 3d cardboard installation mounted on wood in black box,,                                100 cm x 220 cm x 25 cm, montreal 2012
August 21, 2014
I DO NOT SCREAM FOR AN AUDIENCE- I SHOUT AT THE HOLY
acrylic, ink and collage on canvas, 200 cm x 320 cm, channeled in mexico city, june 2014 
August 21, 2014
el teatro libre del bardo
étude pour le theatre libre du bardo- august 2014- quito-ecuador - ( sketchbooks
August 20, 2014
puertas de la conciencia-quito-ecuador
july 2014- installation in historical district- 5 suspended sails ,produced by rate calle and quito turismo
August 20, 2014
SAO PAULO-BRASIL
January 2014
August 18, 2014
THE LAST TEMPTATION OF THE OWL

Dear pearl diver, dear silver wolf,

Everything wants to come out in flames. Telephone snake- I ladder-

We have lost a master of calligraphy, immortal poet, a blind forgotten hero,

Who held a whole generation into the dance of his words, turning up destiny?

Provoking humanity,

Restoring the myths in ecstasy-in the hands of the universe, exploding strings of the violin,

A white crow and a black swan,

It's the imminent death of contemporary

It's the morning of the magicians, fragile and silent, the march of our liberation

I carve a symbol on the bark of your soul, bleeding but free

A clay ghost, useless prophecy, Muslim intimacy, touch me

A veil of mystery

Lick the tears of Rumi

I am fearless and afraid,

Around your neck the ribbon of peace, suffocating weapons

My brushes are knives,

Horrible things could happen, tonight

But only the miraculous occurs,

A thousand trees are teaching me the space between silence

Guide me, follow me

You are my audience, my millions, my bed of nails

In the silver smoke a draw a door, with my dirty finger, gold,

I leave no trace, I touch grace,

You spirit is a lighthouse that defies the mysteries of my darkness

Open, your eyes, open your legs, neon lights in the bardo

In between fear and ecstasy

Useless salvation, spontaneous procession to the end of times

-the vision of this wisdom means that we will never be alone

I dance on the tightrope of linearity and

I beat the drums of defiance to reverse destiny-

I lust for the unknown- I exude to you

Lust for life

I give birth in the ashes of my own agony,

I hear a voice, Miles Davis blowing above

Your screams of joy become chants of liberation in the act of love

I sleepless with a transvestite flower,

Erasing memory in the ivory tower

The death of poetry takes me closer to the end,

Emergency to live, urge to die

I am resistance and compassion, a lost sailor

Everybody is leading toward but me, into the wax museum

I wander,

Mundane crucifixion, exceptional display of luxury

I miss the joy of intuition

I miss the happiness in chaos

I miss spontaneous illumination, sunderance, holy decadence,

I miss mystery, the invasion of euphoria,

Before electricity

I am a cathedral of bones, a fossil of light,

Ee are crossing times of great troubles,

Gone the telepathy with the trees,

Erosion of emotions,

The triumph of modernity,

I cross the valley of flowers

But they are still burning all libraries

I live in a cavern of magic, I fear out I dive in

I seek for crucifixion, in between my fingers

A white cube

I seek for peace but I rage from inside

I awake- a brush aimed at my heart,

Hands stained in a thousand colors,

Who followed the trace that I have painted?

Free heroic eroticism, our antidote,

Silver ghost crossing a century in fury,

Naked Venus in furs, in tears, in fears,

She says: we will outrun them

A third of the water in rivers

Turn to blood

The revolving blade of the helicopter on my skin,

A dead Apache Indian sleeping on my knees,

A white swan drowned in a sea of black oil

Their weapons against are like

The wind in a magnolia tree

In my shadow I assassinate your sorrow

I tactile, I violently pray

I scream, under your tongue, a blue pill

A prayer, A healer,

I need a typewriter

I need a teacher, I blow back

Going east, always,

I must find them before they are forgotten,

Painted on your feet, symbols of ecstasy,

We will release all prisoners

We will convey all winds

To the carnival of our mystery

Children of the albatross

I found joy in a circle

Free from linearity,

I abandon my hands, I fly the dragon kites

To the death of immortality

From solitude to euphoria

We must all come here,

Dissolve into speed and wisdom

Experience the visionary ecstasy

Of the magical intoxication

Into stardust seagulls

Silver deer, silver deer,

At a different speed everything is beautiful

I climb your wish tree,

I plant seeds in your footprints

In your path will grow

A forest of magic trees,

We will never get out of here alive

But we will get out together;


 

August 18, 2014
alto paraiso pearl diving association
August 18, 2014
MANIFESTO