The Photomontages

They come hand in hand
with the play of the mind
and daily chance,
the everyday tides
leave innumerable clues on the shore...
magazines and newspapers,
advertisements... photographs,
among other things that do not want to die yet;
they call the attention,
somehow they manage to make us aware of their existence
and request (demand) to be rescued.
After the rescue they sleep for some time
(forgetfulness enjoying it in the shadows)
as if they were in a sort of silent purgatory
macerating their essence.
Finally, one day,
chance blows a wind that stirs them
and new life comes to them,
and they rise high in the air
as phoenixes, claiming for a new birth,
a new history,
a new space,
a new sense,
in a day-to-day succession.