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get proscar 30 tablets generic sale The trilogy consists of three video pieces by the artist which combine photography and video fragments along with deep and poetic texts narrated by the artist himself.  These are autobiographical pieces, made during his stay in Paris, which tell of the author’s life and his photography, intimately interconnected.
The trilogy begins with My hunter’s soul at stake. It portrays the author´s arrival in Paris, where he goes to recover from an illness. The streets of Paris, its people and a feeling of strangeness surround the artist who shares with viewers his personal photographic struggle, all accompanied by an abstract original soundtrack and fast-paced video cuts.

how to buy macrobid 50mg usa mastercard Stranger to myself is the second installment of the trilogy, also taking place in Paris. It is a second stage in which the artist moves us with a lyrical narrative and photographs of perfect composition. Love, pain… the artist shares his emotions through his images and voice.

how to order precose new zealand buy online Three black flies is a video self-portrait. An intense monologue in which the artist confronts himself and his image in a dark and intense digital game, accompanied by his faltering voice and the music of Daniel Melingo.

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My hunter’s soul at stake.
Passers-by come and go.
Nothing that ties us and a sound they can´t hear
binds us for a moment


These streets along which I roam,
with no hope to stop me, join me.
They are now mine.
And sooner or later they will return my echo.
Their echo will return. And the soul of these streets,
back to life, will come out of my oblivion.




Always the same sky, the same asphalt.
My intestines bleed as I eat my teeth.
If only I could abandon myself to silence.
Escape from the constant murmur that memory leaves.
The noise never ceases.
I carry it within me.
My head. A thousand corners.
I was born confused. Why deny it.
Stranger to myself.



Listen to what my eyes cannot tell you.
Three black flies I carry on my lips
Listen to their heavy buzzing.
Today and yesterday are the heartbeat of a thousand nights together.


Help me this dawn to dig a grave.
Dig down deep,
we are going to bury three black flies.
Together we’ll erect the cross.
The silence will be their epitaph.