Burned House
Gothic literature taught me
that there are places
whose own architecture is monstrous.
Romanticism,
that the ghost is the memory
of having forgotten something or someone important.
The twentieth century,
that the fog or darkness are symbols
that conjugate deep and arcane emotions.
Abandoned places,
that the limited empire of Evil
that ethics is, made me find something
that permanently is not.
Photography,
that this technique is less the usual studio lights
that the embrace of a perfect shade.
All these reasons were amalgamated
in one inexplicable emotion,
in a place that is not,
on Garzón street.
that there are places
whose own architecture is monstrous.
Romanticism,
that the ghost is the memory
of having forgotten something or someone important.
The twentieth century,
that the fog or darkness are symbols
that conjugate deep and arcane emotions.
Abandoned places,
that the limited empire of Evil
that ethics is, made me find something
that permanently is not.
Photography,
that this technique is less the usual studio lights
that the embrace of a perfect shade.
All these reasons were amalgamated
in one inexplicable emotion,
in a place that is not,
on Garzón street.
2010
