"Let us into the river"
Let us just be kids for a moment.
Let us dive into existence with the
eyes of continuous marvel, with sensations running through our bodies, and with
our ears deemed to listen.
Let us just wonder through the
jungle of sights, of tastes, of touch, of hearing,
and then miraculously, just out of
nothing, or maybe out of everything, speaking.
Like the sounds that I am producing,
with meaning vanishing in the airs of silence,
like that curious and prodigious
question about the tree branch that falls, and somebody asks if it was heard,
or it was nothing.
And how the continuous pattern of
sounds, of stutters, of “aaahs” and “ooohs” are becoming the questions, and the
demands that I am asking.
So sometimes I can just wonder, if
all this story, if all this writing, if all these sounds and all these graphics, are
all part of a text, or of a sound, or of a screaming, into continuous creation
or disaster.
And so I just demand and ask for
just a moment, to ask myself these questions, while I navigate through
nothingness.
Let us flow along the river, let us
talk about this vastness.
-Mario Márquez Farias
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