Yanosoyletra - Cuando El Sol Viene A Llevar Mis Sueños

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I don’t think any piece of art has ever emotionally affected me the way this robot arm piece has affected me. It’s called “Can’t Help Myself” and it’s a robot arm that’s programmed to clean up the fluid that’s constantly leaking out of itself, that looked like a never ending flow of blood. It has programmed dance moves to make it appear to have human gestures. And at first, it seemed happy and proud of its job, dancing around when it had visitors. But three years later, it looks tired, hopeless, and like it’s living in a never ending cycle of constantly trying to put itself back together for the entertainment of other people. And when I found out that it had finally stopped working in 2019, essentially dying, I couldn’t help but imagine the relief it must’ve felt and so I’ve been in here crying over a robot arm. 🥺 It was programmed this way, it truly couldn’t help itself. And no one ever helped him, they just watched.

Ardo en una fiebre que no es mía

deseo de consumir piel hasta volverla 

cenizas. 

artist: angela mckay

Ya está lo decidi para tu cumpleaños te voy a regalar un mundo,compre unas pequeñas islas de color verde fluor unos mares magentas con cielo verde pastel,ya está para tu cumpleaños lo envuelvo todo,le ponemos una etiqueta que dice fragil pero ambos sabemos que es mucho mas fuerte que nosotros.

Atardece

en el a veces siniestro camino del desenfreno en la caída libre del descontrol arde el fuego mientras suena la nota más grave del piano mi lengua recorre el suave temblor de tu cuerpo una ventana se abre en mi cabeza y entre tus piernas –al atardecer se redefine el significado del deseo.